Sad songs are our anthems.
Our hearts are a mere pump.
We need reason and facts;
We believe in logic instead of love.
A fiery furnaced sunset
To us is just another day’s end.
Our dreams are of darkness.
The abomination of mankind
Lies deep in our thoughts.
Like the meticulous moon,
Its dust is void and volatile.
So is our conscience.
We believe in cremation.
A dead body to us has no honour.
Our devices bring us a great demise.
Indeed, no infant is born with hatred.
We acquire wickedness in the air.
The air we breathe at school and at home.
Even in our last days, the burden remains.
Regardless of all things said.
We would love to be set free…