Cover Pot From the Bad Clay

They bought the rain for take-out sun is bought too human destitution is televised to point good as rarity so that request from one wretch can wipe dry request from another and cosmic balance could exhale everybody is dealing with another's business, no one stays long enough to help those broken pieces come together but world wasn't built from obedient soldiers, and stories they preach on us, speak more about them still worn out faces are waiting for reconstruction - to all streets apply mirrors it is needed so people can actually see themselves