The void can seem scary to some at first, the imagination of what may lurk within makes things worst.
I intend to speak with meaning with nothing to interpret or force,
Of course my efforts are misleading, while others believe my reason falls short.
Honestly it's been merely disturbed,
With a haunting conclusion unheard.
I dive deep in the dwellings where others lurk,
Where I'm told to encase myself within the earth.
I dive deep into the earth until my entire essence is submerged.
When even surrounded by the indescribables, I can still feel the forever thirst.
I can still hear the words that assured this eternal curse,
The silent screams to feel yourself seen is I am because we are at its work.
I've once dreamed a dream of dreaming,
Where there is no floor or ground nor a ceiling,
Ripped from reality now an outcast to feeling.
Thrown into the void where there is no leaving,
Yet the stars Echo a melody with a powerful meaning.
That answers why we are here and when we are leaving
We exist yet we don't depending your existence levels,
To weaker existence you give the appearance of a god or a devil.
Though karma works throughout all your lives so disputes are eventually settled.
Our existence was always based on a nations particular resources and metal.
Also the type of tools you can use to help in keeping ones life.
Our technological advancements propel when man is bestowed horrific fright.
In a way we must always see a light,
That might end all the future fights.
Yet just as violently as the earth was formed,
It's destruction will be equal when taken from our sights.
Humans are merely the worst, placing our pedestals on ideal heights,
We've confused ourselves believing our own laws,while fighting for the illusion of rights.
Its really confusing in this life,
But we must endure through it, just as we did with the night.
Purely shame that we only flee or fight when considering a private or social life.
We merely aim to a small village life's,
That has the resources our majority likes.
We enter with fights that ends in a single night,
But It's the children's children who gets sacrificed.
We're considered binge eaters,when we hardly have an appetite.
To those glutinous I appear as a sin speaker, out to ruin the free way of life.
