We judge the prejudice people as treacherous that move impetuous, this exodus tracking is trapping texts when less complexed our must, to search for trust, I feel as such we pack the lies, and capitalize our urge to try and fly while loved ones die, so we all fry, and prize disguise as wise will climb and realize, the real sky, is bills shy, from being where the ills hide, so implied, we trace our taste and waste our space on what's cased, and we face, a certain struggle that brings trouble constantly, and we're consciously, responsibly, demons in the wrong to sheep, that gone to sleep, our bond to peace, broken as we choke the streets, what spoke to me provoked the free to note their oaths was ghosts to peace.