Be wary that there are those who view others existence as a mere opportunity to use, or create profit off of. These people will barricade themselves beneath a facade, that will lead many to believe them. These people view their fellow human beings as property, and will use them for their own selfish-desires. These people are afraid of intellectual thought, and promote a sheep-like lifestyle. Some may try to use your imagination and destroy it, using you for their experiment.

I'm sorry, but I cannot give,
without being given .
Though my fee is fair.
So please; Do pay.
If you want me to care.

It's just they way it now is.
A brand new start,
Since I privatised my heart

My blood may run green,
But I'm not mean.
Or full of malice.
But only if you pay,
Can I give you more
Than fay sympathy.

It's just the way it now is.
A brand new start,
Since I privatised my heart.

In this reign, every counsel members
Burning their brains to **** the rebels
Thousand ways to damage their spines
None of them dare to interrupt them
Watch them incinerate to the highest
Clouds blown aside, let them through
If the revolution reaches the blue sky
Carrying every helpless to the heavens
Their interest to keep them suppressed
Would add on to their misery to rule
Brainless, heartless, shameless to ****
Even hide the emotions inside the masks
If you could stare at their burning eyes
You could plainly extinguish the flames
Where the hell rises from the ground
Destroying wishes from shooting stars
And the molten flowing on the streets
Turning houses into ashes and spread
The atmosphere will fill with dark clouds
Once it will rain their greedy reign down
Hardening the bottom hard enough
Now the rocks you've created carelessly
Will be thrown at your hollow faces
Sense the aftermath before the stupidity
When the rich rise above the majority

By Arcassin Burnham

Did I ever get a chance to tell you sorry after our last meeting.
I was mad at the world for a reason because they gave up on me.
Staring at a wall for two hours , talking for two hours.
no time to comfort souls and their retreat to sorrow , bet it got sour.
Despise you , you , you , you,
but you hate, me , me , me ,me,
But everything about you , you , you , you,
Is based off greed , greed , green , green,
And I don't follow.
I disowned you , you , you , too.
to hear those lies , lies , lies , lies,
when you walk the door , door , door , door,
I see no fear , fear , fear , fear,
from you anymore , more , more , more,
I feel bad for you.
Doesn't have nothing to do with me , me , me , me.

Did you ever take the time to consider what I Wanted for myself.
darkness falls , and all you got is your pride and courage without a wealth.
And now I'm angry at myself for two hours , pacing for two hours.
I need my soul comforted for some love in the next hour.

Despise you , you , you , you,
but you hate, me , me , me ,me,
But everything about you , you , you , you,
Is based off greed , greed , green , green,
And I don't follow.
I disowned you , you , you , too.
to hear those lies , lies , lies , lies,
when you walk the door , door , door , door,
I see no fear , fear , fear , fear,
from you anymore , more , more , more,
I feel bad for you.

Of course the pig squeals.
Yes, monsters make appeals,
pleading for humanity
whenever they feel
threaten by the lesser degrees
of the insanity
that they instigated
in our society.

However, my sympathy
is less engaged
for those who lie,
displaying false outrage
while the bombs that are made
our directed by them
to blow up innocent men
women, and children.

I long to be a good person,
but how much does my
saintly status cost?
Does it cross
some sick line
when I find
that I harbor patience
and mercy in my mind
for the vicious kind
who have slaughtered
thousands,
and impoverished
millions more?

"The tenacity of man,
Is often diluted by his apathy"

Remove the casket from the shed,
What better day for newly-weds,
Than kissing ashes, free of life,
Or tempting coin for future strife?

Softly shouting flagrant bribes,
To twist the arms of simple brides,
While dancing in a shadowed veil,
Her pennies trudge through muddied trails,
And miles deep, the ocean rails,
Against this failing tide

A hurried lilt,
Controls his voice,
As urchins weep for swift rejoice,
A calming dread removes their choice,
To plead for cases lost to ages,
Toppled by a mound of pages,
Marked by years of silent threats,
Rending truth for standard wages

Struggling to find the innocence in death,
He defies to cut his veins with ****,
While choking on a corporate scheme,
And gambling our hopes and dreams,
Like bars of gold turned smithereens,
Defending lies to break the ties,
Which sow him to this mortal seam,
For good...