Political injustice.

Things to digust us.

Here, Hey you, feel me, can you touch this?

Critically acclaimed of the unknown.

Disrespect of the untouched.

Somebody stop this it's to unjust.

Visualize world peace.

Then maybe you'll understand me.

Reality used to be kind,

But I lost touch because it changed and I lost a friend of mine.

I try and try and at the same time,

I think I'll still be scared after I die.

Here today gone tommorow.

But it's easier when there is no sorrow.

Keep the secrets and keep your friends.

But now you're lying to them.

Yesterday no longer exist,

But my thoughts and feelings say it still is.

So here I go.

Continue my fight until, my point, you know.