Dichotomy

Release

The air we breathe is toxic.

Our nature imitates that of a virus.

Killing senselessly, and for sport, all for a pagan satisfaction.

When you take the breath of another, do you look into his eyes?

Do you see the blood stained on your soul, do you care to even cry?

If it was you who was gone, would you want someone to mourn your loss?

Have you given up all sense of humanity in your barbaric bestiality?

We were made to help one another, instead we waste time. Fighting family,

Making feuds,

Killing our sisters and brothers.

Why do we turn a blind eye?

A child dies, and people move on with their lives.

That child will now never see their future, never smile again.

A mother lost a child, and a sister lost a friend.

But you won't listen, the majority never does.

My voice will be but a whisper, in a sea of harsh noise.

I remember the faces, and I remember the fear. I remember the names, of those who are no longer here. To those that have been poisoned, to those that have fallen ill, to those that have stopped breathing, and to those that choose to kill; I pray the Father takes you, and comforts you granting you peace, I pray you see the hope, and the painless afterlife release.

Populo nostro, humanitas, est vetus. Nos adolebit et occidere quid enim? Plus est nostra natura. Plus est nobis. Quaeso, audite me, ante sero.