I look around the world from every picture I can see,
But from a new perspective every time seems to come to me,
I have a vision of me charging and taking the lead,
It's not about how strong you are not even speed,
Just a bunch of hungry people, who are in always in need,
I see the world in many ways,
Only 12-hour days,
Bad things happening in any place,
But wait who cares about this anyway,
People dying everyday,
Shootings happening far away,
But wait who cares anyway,
Well I do cause that's who I am,
People and government don't give a damn,
Cannibals hunting the silenced of the lambs,
No one uttering a single word like quiet sheep,
At night I see people creep,
Right when people are fast a sleep,
People taking giant leaps,
And when people die who has to weep,
This place not what it use to be,
Or maybe it's me,
Maybe I'm just crazy,
Or maybe I just bumped my head,
And can't tell what's live or dead,
These two shall surely wed,
Or I'm just missing meds,
But I can tell this isn't what it used to be,
Everything seems backwards,
People writing electric letters,
There isn't grace anymore,
Seeing trouble at the door,
Tourist taking tours,
Seeing straight through Earth's core,
Oh yes Oh yes it's not the same anymore,
Cause everything I see,
Starts with me,
And everything I see is backwards.
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Words Of A Mircale
PoetryThese are the songs of my life, From blades that cut through my words, To a lifestyle that leaves the most brutal burns, Feel my presence exclusively from my fingers to the screen, I hope to get a few "I felt that" Hear the voice of each phrase, Hea...
