Anger

Black ocean, black papers, black souls

In a palace of poison, it controls

Desolation of everything that is alive

Beauty dies, or creates a new form

Following with destruction of the mind

Savages roaming in the streets

Polices patrolling in the corners of cities

Cries roar through the gates

There is anger within these walls

Where war exists, where love deteriorates

Madness comes in steady rhythm

Patterns of safety until it can no longer be contaminated

Sickness grows forever, it never fade

Until everybody wither away

Contagious hatred comes with greed

Sins escaping from our eyes and ears

Now controlling the hands of the government

What kind of animal are we?

Who would let this happen?

Has the Lord of Chaos done anything?

Or that generational trauma has taken over the world?

What does it mean to be human

In a world where everything feels inhumane

Designed to dominate a population

Weighing on a biased supremacy

What does it mean to do anything?

Cross the river, cross everything

Let the wind be your guide

Be nothing, be everything

I don't have all the answers

Or that hope will do anything

But whatever it is

We try, because that's what humans do.