Seized, the dynamic constellation seems to thaw
Pathetic thoughts of immortality and never-ceasing love
Billboards align each other across the whore filled streets
These men strive on the ego-feasting women that creep
Smog is clotted in the city with blue skies and white clouds.
Hatred aside agony –both—flirting with sorrow
The endeavor to create a sort of transition
A transition to change the world!
Yet sweat, blood and tears drool in the city sewers
Alas, another day of fresh air and happy people
Trust... –what? --Don’t dare speak such a word
A sacred sin blessed by the hell’s below to speak
Such a foul, worthless word – a spoken by the two faced
In this region of the universe, trust is not inevitable
Friendly hellos cruise the city’s alleyways…
All what is seen is incompetent spices in The “Flavored” House
They speak to stop war yet a rule of true wisdom states
“To bring peace we must fight”, yet all what is done
Is handful checks delivered to snobby children’s mansions?
Day begins to fall to night, as the stars beg to twinkle its might
Pathetic, on how we see the world as an escape of our own world
Fantasy soon will not be a delusion, it will be freedom but --
In the end, we are all captives of captives, mangers of mangers
Presidents of presidents… freedom? Speaking such a word?!
Death is the clouds and the sky is us, and frankly…
I have never seen the sky so cloudy before.