Poetry, heavy words for all souls that want to be free,

it's the burning sun above the dead trees with no leaves,

saluting all the real ones and the OGs that people ought to be,

running wild chained thoughts with no minds is what they seek,

watching people burn from the white fire trying to flee,

as the damned creatures banned from Heaven have nothing left but to go down on their knees,

wanting a free spirit, free speech and just to be. Cursed liberty;

Holy wrathful tyrant above the white clouds percieved in the wrong way,

lack of knowledge, past times, striving for simpler days,

developing mind, unaccepted by the triangled all seeing eye,

not legalized, set free for now with despise,

Holy lies, wicked lives now go on to pay the price.