The way that we discribe the world,
Infandous, impeccable, unacceptable.
The mutilation,
Go ahead, kill what has risen in the womb,
It hasn't breathed yet,
Bring it unto doom.
The story of everyone's lives is birth.
To begin,
To take that first breath.
A simple task for some,
Fight for that breath,
Lift yourself to take that step.
Jealousy is in us all.
The secrets that live inside of society,
Are only answered individually.
The person that is yourself.
The person that really needs help,
The person that is oblivious to what others really think.
The person that judges you the hardest.
Carry the heaviest load,
Care for more than one above your own.
Eyes the brightest of shades,
But the thought the darkest.
The way we go about life is simply Infandous,
It need a change,
But really who are we to complain?
We beg for a shame,
A one small change.
Stand alone,
Fiddle your words,
Twist them around,
Make it worse,
Truly putting it off,
Ultracrepidarian,
Judgement of simply nothing.
Doing nothing but complaining of everything.
Disgusting,
But we are all guilty of this,
Tried and true.
We fret, causing us to fray.
It's undoubtedly awful,
The way the world functions,
Noegenesis, the way we fill out minds with uncharted things.
A silent way so to speak.
Gorgonize if you will....
