there is a restless soul jumping in seasons to find its comfort nothing is on an emmaculate way to only be its resort a soul can find but never be founded its speechless and is only dumbfounded peace is easily said but never attained a dogs fight to the end nothing lost nothing gained simplicity has never been so compicated and a fake facade is shown to be simple to be real and hold a shield that to what we became a lie is a lie and we've been its diciple learned day in and day out to work and manipulate a minds perception we are killers of humanity are amazed to see the inifinity we'll only end ourselves never taking in part with humility this is pathetic soul can live but words have no fertility.
