Remove all events

Every one of them is meaningless

Inside this moment is the only true test

Please cover these children with forgiveness

For their hatred has built this mess



You see some things cannot be expressed



He lives in the mansion

Sleeps so soundly

He has something called a degree

People know his name on the street

One blow of death and he'll forget his conceit



He wanted everyone to know his name

Now only his name remains



Yes.

The world is an army.

Yes.

They have artillery.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

You may die at their hands,

But knowing no fear you are more than human.