One Poet's Mind...

Let me take you on a journey through the mind of a poet, who stares at humanities, insanities, constantly hoping tht things will change. He knows the gates of hell have been opened, provoked by the devils tht evil has created and molded. So many desired to stop it but that proved to be hopeless, Its impossible to change the world with jus words that you've spoken. United we stand, seperated we're Conquered and broken. His spirit inside died, "Why?" Right has past and he knows it. Starring into a shattered mirror doesn't make destiny clearer, she approaches, her arms open, death coming closer and nearer. His heart is beating fast, It isn't death he's afraid of, he wants to be part of a movement and his mind has been made up, a revolution to break this cycle the government made us, he promised it will take many blows on this earth just to save us, also promised tht united, The evil darkness can't slay us. He sympathises with his brothers, Keeping them in his prayers... Its time to raise up..