Reflections on the water carry guilt with every glance. end This cruel policy end this false prophecy, the incorruptible Have been corrupted congratulating on our agony. our Judgement has been altered too many times we remain Clouded and paved to the ground. staining each and every Page with ink assigning their own immortality. end this Cruel policy end this false prophecy. i'll drag my own Soulless body away from here. it's been Bruised but never broken bought and sold but never owned. Erecting pillars and platforms promising reform accept This letter of gratitude it means mothing. the direction is Far from up the corruption runs deep we are left all unheard Screaming for peace
