As if we passed by the same trail out of spontaneity
I figure that we each carry pieces that fit into each others
But not our own
We are so selfish
So frightened in thinking that this is the end of the road
We won't give each other what we need in case we never find the pieces we will ever need
The cruelty that masks the inhabitants on this bit of soil
Recoiled and manifested their unholy native traits into our blood
Made us believe that selflessness was a weak act and empowerment lies upon scriptures of revenge; the book
"Its time for you to play by its rules so that you can live"
Rejection between blood, its survival of the fittest
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
As if we passed by the same trail out of spontaneity
I figure that we each carry pieces that fit into each others
But not our own
We are so selfish
So frightened in thinking that this is the end of the road
We won't give each other what we need in case we never find the pieces we will ever need
The cruelty that masks the inhabitants on this bit of soil
Recoiled and manifested their unholy native traits into our blood
Made us believe that selflessness was a weak act and empowerment lies upon scriptures of revenge; the book
"Its time for you to play by its rules so that you can live"
Rejection between blood, its survival of the fittest
In response to confession (VII)
