With a touch of
My hand you
Are brought into my
World of insanity
A world without prosperity
A world without
Alphas.
One that thieves
On the wealth of others
Where they use their benefits
To block out
The rules of summer and
Hold fast to their
Jacked up thinking only
To find the world crumbling and
Weeping for a change to come,
For the moon to
Turn into the sun and
Maybe they will return.
