First Words

Around us are many images, afterimages and imaginations. The world is a sinking ship, the society has deteriorated into an amorphous autonomy, the houses we shelter are stinging slums, and the air we breathe is purchased...When such debilitates the soul, and the mind can't do anything but think... The Pen, the sharpest of all swords, takes over to salvage a lost people, to revoke vices, condemn and right a society that's profane and down the oh so ever trodden path to damnation...First Words are those words that would ring, reverberate and ricochet long after you have heard them... the inner self seeking your attention and begging to be listened