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Nowadays money rectifies your wrongdoings better than the law of

Justice

The system is politic made your just another number reshuffling on their

Fingers

They can't control it also, it's a creation made that later overthrows' the

Creator

You don't connect with nature but the frequencies of Technology

It's a job given to enhance your desires

while religion divides your attention

But I guess I'm just another mad man speaking.

I don't know the truth until I see it with my naked Eye

Until then I let the tainted humans blind fold Me.

I'm a living myth, the last dragon samurai , the last petiton signed by kings declaring Peace.

The soldiers go to war with dead spirits while their relatives mourn over

Inheritance

My pain is an introvert, so I keep it embedded onto my Heart

My identity is a dirtied costume hanging like a musketeer in the

Wardrope

Fear is a narcissist tyrant I've been gunning For.

It's hard to pray for my well-being when I don't know what destiny holds

I know I'm going to be one of the victims being poured sand on when my dawn is Gone

The fire is getting tired from all the evidence it cremates

The truth is like saying a fish drowned in water it so unbelievable

Sitting in a closet with my skeletons

They've got a scent of Death

Since their words got Asthma I let them breath Through Me.