Some will never know the joy but only the end

they'll never see the light when the light has dimmed

their voices block their sense of humanity with discrimination

their eyes mistaken by their own devilish creations

the sense of sanity escapes and is replaced with darkness

they feel like a free fall in their own demise

they only ask "why" and "why me"

No, no one is chosen, but by others decisions

No one will know how much their words could affect the mind

how much the heart will take till its hurt

how much it'll take till their lies become out reality

it's quiet sad

I thought God made us all equal

But some believe above the sky and they soar above the clouds

but they'll meet a cruel fate with the ground.


- AAS Original-


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