Corrupted
I saw an invasion,
not quite sure what it’s the purpose.
Life’s dropping manners,
life giving up.
Sunrise is bizarre, how this got this far?
Everybody turns around the ethics of those days the fights of millions of souls crying out for a gifted soul.
Those who have apperance of integrity, use intelect to crash dreams, controlling, they try to cover the sun.
This light is superficial,
we don’t know the bliss anymore, they scares the fact,
they cover up brilliant multitudes.
Corruption, day and night.
Why we put our trust in hands filled with blood,
change the channel,
let us move on.
Art is nothing to them,
the paper holds frustration,
stories seems simple, but is not.
Let us be and be more.
This corrosive talent show,
welcome to the world,
we destroy,
giving corruption what we believed it was mine and yours.
