Everything, every detail Would you want the same once again? The same thoughts? The same, memories inside The same mind? One incident ex veneration It is hate, pure rage! Caused by our Sick showdown esteem And their all helpless living They spread all over So intelligent, they present Too confused for everyone Like a perished, non-numeric stranger here Stroked by my hope. They withstand the fire They withstand all liars They withdraw from real equality and, suffering As long, as they aren't missing, anything So long they will keep free Free from, thoughts and relevance They drown in the broken acceptance Moral and ethics are passing into hate They hold into The affluence They spread all over So intelligent, they present With no use for everyone Like a perished, non-numeric stranger here Stroked by my hope They withstand the fire They withstand all liars They withdraw from real equality and, suffering. They push their anger and uniqueness away They swim up into the fire; Thinking, Rising up to sainthood Drowning deeply.