In truth it can be told



that from the eyes we try


the truth not with the hold we grip our



enemy with a clutch of such a scare





the innocent none the less bare the

more with out the door we seek nothing to compose with less than what we have we are sad




with out any gain can we stay sane





once in life opportunities






shatter before our eyes





and we continue to compromise







justice is scared shallow and put to shame with laughter from their callous hearts will the cycle ever end or will it transcend ours is the beginning of foreshadowed indignities where s' your place.