The Trash
The trash By: M. Rafely It wasn`t the providence of mine, nor them, or the lore itself. It wasn`t the will of mine, nor them, or the lore itself. Being slaughtered barbarically, Violated by a men`s greed. It was great shameful things That human could do indeed. As a feathered being I crept high, Tried to seek a liberty. But I`ve chained by memories, That could break my sanity. The dark radiance that called justice Betrayed my soul, ignored this true will. Used as the tool for men`s greed. Nor for our sake or life`s bill. Now, None of their words I save. It all just a void, or a mash, That reform the truth, and now I know, The truth is just a trash.