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.