The hatred smells of rotting iron.
The lost ideals drowned by a fake History.
Children brainwashed so old men can save a lie.

It's upon the hearts of the weak that the heaviest loads are laden.
When no longer ears are listening and only hearing faceless, then crying goes unnoticed.

White noises in a white World, dripping in color, collide!
In the meantime no one can see, smell, hold, touch.
It's as though we all are magnetic polar opposites that can never attract.

If we ever do, we just might implode!