Saving what’s loved and leaving what’s needed is worse than dying or begging, be pleaded. Justify dreaming as lying and crimes so only the weakest will have peace of mind. Except their Existence or expect the resistance for we also belong in this scandalous world. We take up our time with rocks and cut trees for they seem more important than the life of a tree. They all lie and bury what’s left of the life for death is awaiting those few alive. With blood soiled on the clothing of the innocent who pray we will be victorious as long as we stray. Take it from dreamers who see a full moon, we know where to go and know what to do. There’s an on—going war it’s a battle we seek, for death claims the lives of brave not the weak.