Who are we?
Among those tiny stars.
Constantly raging wars.
Are we the knaves,
Diging up other's grave.
****** minds gain
Solace in others pain.

Who are we?
Who talk of ending one
When their own existence is uncertain.
Hunger struck,
Gazing at neighbour's neck.
To strike him to death,
Would quench his thirst.

Who are we?
Those who walk in pride,
But ignores the people's cries.
Or are we the one who speaks of big,
But his deeds are too wicked.

Who are we?
A clod of clay,
Made by Him who stays away,
From filthy minds,
But resides in hearts of those who are kind.

We are the sinful beings,
Who find peace in nothing.
Others sorrow makes us gay,
But others laugh makes us fury.
For what good are we?
Always crying until we attain our intentions.

'Who are we?'
The question remains unanswered.

They  use it to drag another into each others orbits .. I sea green resisting I forfeit . Music they use it to make me feel at home and belonging while I'm longing for where am going . Music they use it to make dirt sound beautiful , **** looks incredeble , music they use it till I sea those in death invincible , music they use it me on my headsets laying watching the son set listening to music contemplating on bracelets that are diging a place for my cusket .music they use it for you to loose the son orbit to the cubic orbit.