And im starting to question my sanity.
Would you believe me if i told you theres evil inside of me'
Would you believe leaves blossom in october to die during summer?
That the sky is falling to pieces and it hurts like a dying mother.
The sky is over not over us.
And death to life in our time is a must.
When years are wasted in search of the truth.
And death in the name of the law will kill youth.
The fabrication of lies unseed by your eyes.
The anatomy of wings calming your cries.
For freedom...
For justice...
For a reign where fear was...
and Hope Is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem