Fruitful..

A collapsed lung, 
Screams for oxygen, 
A broken heart, 
Screams for some stiches, 
A silly man, 
Screams to stay afloat, 
Alive. 

Freedom is there to be touched, 
Hope and fear, 
Mingle together, 
The man with the gun, 
Shoots a hole through the deceit,
I dies on its feet.. 

We walk through the archway, 
Under the watchful eyes of the gods, 
Our hearts free, 
Stiched and beating with vitality, 
We walk back into the realm of reality. 

My eyes see a string of goodness, 
Hanging over a pact of men, 
Trying to grab it, 
They get to it and they become regenerated. 

LIFE IS FRUITFUL NOW!