This World, So Cold.

Our world, it’s so cold, humanity is an oxymoron

Devoted to which ever version of god that serves you best

How do you pretend that this is just, the way we are living

No respect, no Honor, carelessness about the legacy we leave

Only out to feed your own greed, this world has corrupted me

Ill, close my eyes, tell me when it’s over, let me pretend the world will recover

I can’t bear to watch, can’t bear to see, what the outcome of this civilization will be.

I used to be sensitive; I used to care, now buried deep down, never to be seen again.

Compassion is weakness now; cruelty is the trend, all fighting to be Alpha, when none of you will be in the end.

Our world, it’s so cold, humanity is an oxymoron

Devote yourself to a life that will serve you best, a life that is just, without blind action, ruled by fiction

There is no correct path, no golden road to reach the goal, but many paths, paved long ago.

You can find the way, guided by moral fiber and faith, that oneself has done the right thing.