Repulsed

Out of the darkness and into the shadows is where they lay motionless and without morals clinging onto life as it drips away from them as each breathe is harder than the last

Here they lay within the pit of life, in search of a new chapter
a new verse like verses of a prayer or hymn
they sing there misfortunes which fall upon deafened ears
no one will listen to plight for life and freedom

Repulsed are those who look down upon them
the stench of life, of earth and of death
we they condemn them to there mighty!
there lord there creator the non exsistance
of youth and splender
we do not forgive
nor do we forget
we do not crave there morals
nor do we want to shout them out

Repulsed are we for we are there creator
we are the one's who shall condemn them
and we are the ones who took there moral's and spat upon them
like they were not of use

but they in return to do not pity us
they pray for us
they care for us
they smile when we do not smile back
there tears do not over come them nor do they breaks banks of diversity
they are one and we are not
we are to be forgiven
we are to touched by there souls
and there forgiveness
forever more
they shall smile

For out of the Darkness and into the shadow's where We Lay Motionless
and Without our Morals We Are the one's clinging on for life
and Each Breathe is Harder than the Last!