Do you know the glorious?

Do you know they breathe and live?

The strict attention that they give

Toward their competition is comparable

To any dominant country that exists today



Not allowing their alertness to be distracted

While they take what they want

Your actions are useless

The appalled know not to question or act

Toward the glorious in a harmful manner



The result would disastrous

Either side you choose can be negative or positive

So I appalled walk away with their eyes closed

And mouths gaping open trying to take in each breath

They can as they walk away



They never question them

They never even think twice about it

And all we here is his born

You can hear him strain as the pitch retreats



Deeper into a gloom monotone note

There is a sudden silence which consumes the crowd

A second later faces start to grow old with age

Stress soaks eyes with a foggy coat of depression



Lips wrinkled as the air grows bitterly cold

I am running trying not to look back

Leaping over fallen bodies

And seeking shelter from this living hell