Its not our place to go,

Where beauty roams free,

We have no right to know,

Of a life we’ll never see,

They keep us caged in their charade,

And they threw away the key.

These Figureheads of life and death,

Control you with their lie,

Tell you when to hold your breath,

Then tell you when to die,

Why does this killing keep on recycling,

When is it their turn to cry?



About Luna Arjuna

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one...
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