Thursday's Vacant Land

Thursday’s vacant land = or = the little org that could.

We tried so hard
With all our might
To raise our goals
In Dawn’s young light

And when it came
The too short flower
1400
You know the hour

Our stats were down
Our Telex broke
Our little org
Went up in smoke

A momentous pause
To survey the ruins
And back to treason
Our selves did fall.

It’s all a game,
but deadly sure
Forget the why
We must endure

With plastic grins
and sweaty palms
we’ll write our checks

and call it alms.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scientolog...riend_thought_it_would_be_funny_to_request_a/

Some friend.

definetely a hit and stats were again that down this week .;tough luck guys working out all the sweat and blood to your last cent