"Philippines, is a living carnage." Said by a man.
"Those who succumb unto it will eventually "..
"Die"....
Year 2003.. Just as Joseph Ejercito Estrada witnessed the ups and downs of malacanang. One is eventually destined to enter the Palace. The circles of old.
The destinction of rats and dogs. A tortured guy of the past saw the distinction of rats and dogs. A municipal gymnasium witnessed the difference and the time could easily tell and show the differences. A little kid, at the age of 7 and 8, circled by the police and the soldiers. Tasked by the national government saw and learned the differences between rats and the dogs.
A glimpse of the past appeared on someone else back.
"Now the voices were revealed, in the entire world.". Said by the man as he looked on the dusty ground, a ground dyed in dirty pink and white, red and yellow. The temperature of the hot scorching sun engulfed the guy.
"Even here, in the kingdom of middle east. Their voices were heard. How dirty it is, are you, philippines.". Said by the guy.
Then he looked on a water on his hands. Clearly created by the experts of Middle East. To refresh those who lingers on it. He took a gulp on it as it starts to fill his thirst.
"The telepathy of old. The torment of the 90s and 80s.".
He closed his eyes. There an image appear on his head.
Then he spoke "What a dirty philippines.". Then he opened his eyes and he took another drink on the bottle. He looked at the cover of it. There a brand name of the bottled water paste. "Osca".
He took the bottle and he stood up.
As the man left the hot scorching sun. One man on the shade of the philippines starts a voyage. The rhythm of the past was overtaken. It changes to something else. Those who were victims of it, could still remember how it feels.