The Society of Man
The dark prison in which I was born
I can not escape this heartless realm
People are evil here,
They don't understand me here,
They want me to be like them,
They tell me to think and live like them,
It is really sad,
It is sad because I am not them.
I am originality at its peak,
I understand life through a different window,
A window which is sometimes clear,
But usually covered with blood and dirt.
The society of Man
This society, This group of evil..
When orginality awakens
The society will fall.