On trembling thigh he could no longer run,
How long ago had this begun?

Slowly down unto frosted field he fell,
How long he'd been running through this waking hell?

From his aching tired chest, he desperately clung to his final frozen breath,
Could it be he'd finished this eternal test?

Weeks had passed in silent still he laid,
Each moment lived, relived within, an' thus his suspended suff'ring began to fade

Return'd back to th' breast of Earth from whence it came
Th' body of man will forever decay the same

Then struck, an infinite instant in which pain and hate he'd known none.
Anew to the world, reborn to new flesh and time, his soul awoke with the desperate need to run.

The world is filled with swine in suits and ties,
hogging down and ******* out lies,
stopping here and there,
to trim their tusks and tame each others hair,
for appearance certainly is a must,
when you're a creature none should trust.
Sludge and slop goes to the top,
to feed the greedy boars.
The filthy ****** spread their legs from shore to shore
always wanting and demanding more and more.
From behind a locked door,
somewhere on an eighteenth floor,
you can hear their squealing cries,
smell their wretched sties,
and feel the hate that pours,
from their blackened beady eyes.
Use caution where you tread,
and think before you fill your head.
Be careful with which words you choose to believe,
for not everyone is who they seem to be.