A Journey To the City of Fire and Death

I ride a journey to the starry lights of the lonely streets of my heart. Where sadness rules the tears of my weary eyes and mind. Desert sands makes it hard to breath easily and feel the freedom. Seems like all the weight of the mountains are over me. An annum stay seems a nonsense travel to the city of fire and death. Are ignorance the real promise of him to this brainless corporeal? I feel insane but the real me is dead under a constant display of beliefs. No burial, used only to create moneys for services they hold. What if we leave this desert sands, will they learn to use brain? Stupid question for a nonsense answer on a worthless people. Wish I will keep a track and push it to there heart and not be selfish. Hope they can value time and self  improvement for a worthy them. As a person's views need seven to twenty to be done and be at ease. As one trial be as multiple hindrances to create huge trouble. As a single light be made as the sun and creates money only for them. Slavery and trickery is a game they're fully equip and master of ways. My view in life is simple and basic, one love for others and others for one love. You may not see the hate, but I guess the hate is making it known. As the rushing sounds of the mouth are not the real meaning of strengths. When you hate women's ways you say but found of doing it yourself. Are you to be blamed for their wrong thoughts, I know and you'll be recognized! I dream a dream only dreamt by me for them. But will this views even touch a strand on their  mind, I'll gamble for it.... 100% no!