Kibbatoz

The world it is bleeding
Our pains and our crys
Everyones leaving
There's to many lies.
The empire conquors
and forces there way
we keep getting lost
as night turns to day
why are we living
if we can't be free
why are we staying
why can't we just flee
What is this focus
of thoughts and concerns
they might as well choke us
it already burns.
One day if freedom
comes drifting at me
I hope to be smoking
down by the sea.



Got bored.

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Time is the master.
Time can be a disaster.