I ask my fellow man if I should really understand why I give and take and live to make the many mistakes I can.
I am I still a student and God is still my teacher. All these problems are a test til I instill the features of the creature when I meet you.
Dead bodies burning, city on fire, I call you hypocrites after you call on me a liar because I saw the world expire from the top view of a spire cause the people on the planet tend to call the creature "sire."
The wire, the nerves in my flesh still tingle while I am in public, while I go and try to intermingle. A blunt force cold chill ices up my spine when I see the bold line so I leave them and my dust behind.
In my pockets there's an absence of verde, people notice so I focus on what I heard them say. I listen to words so shitty, my presence invokes pity, so leave again to a high point I like sitting. They worry for my safety, no, they worry for their money. They think I'll fall and write subpoena's and treat the situation funny.