I wanna witness...

The energetic synergy within the city limits
Pulsing with adrenaline as yesmen do business
With mysterious gentlemen in worn and weathered tenements
Indifferent of the minutemen surrounding the premises.

A genesis and exodus of textbook corruption
Eruptions of Congressmen abruptly interrupting
The voice of the denizens; citizens distrusting
The integrity of every legislation made in history

And the mystery surrounding all those slimy politicians
Discussing their envisionments and policies like madmen
Disgusting in their ways, protecting church and state,
In the government we pray: Amen.

Fake pain because you’d leave to never forgive if it was actually death in pain
You’d leave me because overcoming youth would be Yet in vain
Suicide overtake pain isn’t real either because after overcoming my feat, you’d come to realize in years that have passed that you’d leave in sorrow because I’d take these risks for death in enlivenment,
Yet of the existence even envisionments come to dream of a life not owned.
We are but every year of every moment of envisioned existences becomes a life not shown.
Help Me…