Internally it's always occurring misery is always flirting love of a few leaves me vulnerable to lust but it doesn't matter since I just cry on bosom tainted I shall be inadequate we'll see optimism is a privilege in a world of nothing but distance the laborers are frowning 24 hours is no longer a bounty their lives drained from them their pride lamented to them they ignore it's plea for truth for opportunity for peace none of it will come they need a hero one who will suffer one will carry their burden he's coming one day surley when he dies I wonder will the tears stop? No, only for him for the rest, the floor will have nothing but spills.
