• The Shadow of the Lights

    The world is divided

    The light and Shadows of this earth

    It's all dependent on chance.

    Where the worlds shadow lie

    There is the jagged mind of the pitiful insane,

    The growling stomach of the starving child

    The moans and cries of the mourners

    The other world relies only staying above poverty

    And those who struggle are left to rot and choke in the dust

    Where their lives will sink into the black hole

    And it becomes nothing but the will of survival.

    In the Light there is less worries in life

    Lived in ignorance and propaganda

    All they care about

    All they think of

    Is to choose where their lives are going

    They are unaware of the priveledge they have

    This is the cruel irony of life

    In a world where perfection is just a word

    But cannot exist