I will never let this happen again; the beginning of the
end. The city clocks tick us towards the end. Wealth
neglecting ‘poor?’ Something must be done. Awaken these
demented souls. For all they can hear is the sound of
angels singing? Singing them to sleep, singing them to
death. The people suffering, their walls growing mould.
How can this all be real? Why can’t this be a dream? -
Just a dream. How can this all be normal? How can this
all be true? Why can’t this be just a dream? The streets
they suffer. The nocturnal bees that quench the nectar
blood. I cant I wont give in. We can’t loose this fight.
I can’t I won’t give up. We wont loose this fight. We
need a change. Revolution, go. Change! Transform. Change
