Your mind is black and your soul is unknown.your skin is brown but your hands are red, you snatched his life and stole our happiness living us searching for our existance.days are passing and eyes are couting tear drops.his last breath was never his last chooise, over his last breath you rose to become his god and determined his doors of life.the knife you used to cut his throughtcame back to cut joy. What we feel revisit to question our purpose our hope have became shatter windows.freedom is lost yours is gained but in between the is no diffrence for your day is coming, this is the last day of a begging life