Yet again my eyes turn moist
and to my lustrous broken fragments I ask
If melancholy was all I embraced,
Why did I call it love?
And I run astray in the void of time
for only the thoughts of you cross over my mind
And nowhere but here in this cursed land,
I know you'll be reached by many cursed hands
Fine lads, promise happy lands with blossoms
and if you chose what you truly love,
They ensure an ending truly gruesome
In eyes of your mother every betrayal is for a moral
and every abuse for your pain
But deep down everyone of us know,
That no lies will change the end of this game
Bad goes to hell and good goes to heaven,they say
But what about those purities
who their own kind enslaved into miseries?
At another's blood we take a penny
and don't think it's wise to be in a Wiseman's company
And in this endless cycle of cries and screams
We contribute by suffering and breaking dreams
Purge the Earth and purge a man,
the dirt loves you more than he ever can
In this infinite loop of dying and dreaming of death,
we were already dead when we took the first step
A step against charity,
A constant trade of blood for gold they named humanity
We drink on liquor of tears
and dine on controversies
For afterall if we do no good
We must contribute to this 'society'
I watch the sun charitise its rage,
Enrage the crowds to hide their youthful blaze of living
Moon might steal,but we gladly accept it's silverous light
Is it really so wrong to romanticize Robin hood?
Staring at the darkness I ask
Isn't it traumatising that just a flicker
can change your life?
And it said "you linger between life and death yourself"
we are very much alike in of being prone to death
And the damness of the clouds spoke to me
of how big the world and small people can be,
Tiny meaningless stains on the map of Earth we are,
Sky high dreams while we dwell so down to earth
We all have wings but we only flatter what's apperant,
We ply our possessions to hide our shameful exploits
And act to invadate the claims of one
instead of breaking the unwritten taboo
and breaking free
Such frail creatures are people like us
Everything could end,
And we might wake in a change of worlds
But as every nightmare isn't the truth
So won't be all our dreams reality.
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