Chapter 1: The Misplaced Reprisal
I am the messenjah, the messanjah of my own name. To set the tone of my standings of my contemplation would involve your time. By choice is it to hear me, enjoy.
I dutch_paki, have found it evident that I set in place time for my social outcry, wheather or not my objective comes to pass, is up to those who want to assist. America, the wasted. Our icons have been showing to us all, that sex will consume all matter of thought. It is up to the select few, not chossen, but who have opened their minds to what is the truth. Generation, by generation, we weaken to a state of numbness. This must be corrected, though it will be inevitable to beat society. I see as a messenjah that we must fight what is being told to us. I will not tolerate America’s children if they judge others of the same race (humans), as is they are inferior to them self. Take this warning to heart all those who listen, I may not be the one to bring justice, but I assure you. My views will not be stopped. See me as an idealist, not a terrorist, but I do speak terror into those who are blinded by Society’s light.
The Messanjah has spoken.