The dryness of my mouth
Feels the ***** sound of darkness
It screams
Freedom

Like the youth knowing more than
What it has been told

Each sand of darkness goes to sleep
Peacefully

But we know its
Sound

How the taste makes our stomacs full
Of disgust

Pinching our most inner thoughts
Our eyes see
drying them out

How the earth blossoms with green spinach
Is that not a sight to see?

Everyone sees industrialization, (pipes)
Machinerary
You will pull all of your hairs out
To see that is reality
Pumping our fuel and water for money