out of place and disjointed.
I will relish this day, I will make it mine.
The tide is turning,
slowly and more slowly but surely.
Dead sure, this is the way.
Until then, this hopeless situation will worsen
Nothing gets resolved, people are still rancid rotting masses of flesh.
There is good inside, there is hope, there is strength.
Nothing is special about you. I am at war with your ignorance.
Holding on to the truth with my nails dug in,
Blood pouring down my hands as I plead with the voice of reason.
It is in you and it is the only true thing you can call your self.