I see
I sees crowds of impatient people,
they want to conquer the world,
I thought, "I never felt so certain..."
suddenly, I find myself searching on the road,
the sounds of war is an obstacle,
the preconceived notion is mob,
language falls away in the inner city.
The myths and realities,
the crime and popular culture,
the rise of heroes but the rise of terror,
gang rape followed by a fully automatic burst,
They live an adrenaline the American dream,
as they sit and think they cross in fear,
the other side is calling with cries,
and our side replies with silence.
The minister of foreign affairs and his reform,
dead bodies are found in a alleyway,
the gates are left broken into ashes,
The sake of personal gain opposes the sake of God,
behind the state people are left death, dumb and blind,
the criminals are only playing the call of duty,
there are evidences but darkness and light.
Their focus are diseases of the heart,
a feeling invoking the past,
manipulators are playing with magic,
addicted to desires and pleasures.
This is the "education" in this cold streets,
a common trait of the march for my despise.
I wants to stay real as I kept away from all,
I wonders "trials and tribulations..."
my paranoia rolling with these guys,
my paranoia rolling with everything around.
Before I understood this place,
but the reality of my heart conditions,
I had to be on silence,
like a thread to hold in the mind,
withholding my tongue,
not withholding my heart and actions.
There are those who talk to talk,
while actions are different from person to person,
there are those who walk to walk,
a menace along the years, the poison of fakes.
But who are those who walk the talk?
The knowledge forms a foundation,
the time resumes by chances...
what can I say or guess?