IT'S YOUR TURN
Who decided to fill the voids between human compassion with empty pages and advertisements, shake the veil from your eye. See through there iron clad lies, there all transparent... Dig another landfill for our minds, when history is incorrect why should we waist the climb? Feed off our lives and profit or deaths, sleep for your turn is next. Label your land with freedom yet make your people all the same, is there something to be changed when there's nothing inside us, who have you chose to blame?? Or is this how your religion says it should be? Fools. Damn you all for corrupting us, damn you all for being so blind and leading your children into a maze of lies, open graves, and boarded mines.
Sleep for your turn is next, your turn to be pure and scarce and ours to corrupt and throw away your mine next. Never is ending and always is just beginning. Anger, loath, and dismay all such a strong force but such a thing is life to be surrounded and turned inside out then vanquish all in a single moment and ripple it in an echoing paradox in my mind forever on in mirrors paradise is our Babylon. Life feeds on love and opens to a sad legend.