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!
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