We all have a dark side, whether we like it or not.
We all know not of the bad, but the good is always there; no one has forgot.
The commanded, the deceived, the forgotten, the redeemed.
Those who are unaware cannot see.
The abandoned, the unfaithful, the sinner, the victim.
We are all doomed; we've been blinded by false lights.
Go tell your lies, and go believe others.
Those who sin have no true colors.
People are cruel, people are mean.
People judge others and point out flaws even when they aren't seen.
People are stupid, people are not nice.
People make others feel small and threatened like mice.
People don't care, people never will. People will laugh at you, people will torture you, and people will kill.
People won't exactly kill you physically, though.
People will only kill you emotionally.
People don't follow rules, people are bad.
People unfortunately will never change, but you have the power to change that and lend a helping hand.
Everything is calm and happy as of now, but deep, deep down is a dreadful frown.
I have yet to discover the cause of this dismay.
Who knows? It may even be because spoiled brats didn't get their way.
A smile is upon my face, but deep, deep down, I'm filled with fiery, unnecessary hate.
Kill them, burn them, beat them down.
Torture them murder them, hate them now.
I've often been presumed as being innocent and sweet.
She's beautiful, smart, intelligent and very neat.
That's right... looks are deceiving.
Although I am many great things, my blood often boils to extreme heating.
Starring out the window twists and turns my brain.
It'll kill us all; the unsuspected rain.
Time flies and takes its many courses.
We grow old, then start over again.
Just deal with it; this is reality.
It won't End til we face duality.
Will you continue to pollute this world with your harsh, hateful words, poor decisions, and powerful commands, or would you rather us all die with brittle bones, torn skin, and broken hands?
You scribbled out the truth with your lies, you little spies.
You spread false information, and when the world is in trouble, you wonder why.
Spare me the night where we scatter in chaos with terror.
Spare me the day when we all starve.
Spare me the day when we are burned at the stake and gone forever.
Spare us all the day when hope is long gone and far.
We are being sacrificed by our own suspicions.
We always fail with ongoing repetitions.
The only prohibition is love because of one's own choosen inhibition of love itself.
We all want help, and we desperately need it.
The future of this world is in the hands of young children, but it relies on today's leaders and their decisions.
Will we all come out of this alive and survive with newly restored hope and guaranteed results, or will we all hide in holes and await our deaths until we no longer hear out own pulse?
