Psalm 11
1 In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5 The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
Same old shit.
TheY use opiates to break the spirits of the people.
Still going on, theY use gangsters to spread evil, corrupting the hearts of young woman with drugs.
Doing it for centuries.
Still going on.
Same places, same people, same power structure, same towns, same highways, same gang, same pigs, still the same.
The proof will be in the pudding, right down the street, clear as day.
The ball is in the court.
Smash it.