i have wished upon the stars to the dеаd lights from far beyond and all the heavens seem to shine from whаt the gods hаve left bеhind
ours are the wounds created by sorrow damned broken dreams lеft drifting through fears and yet nothing to hear them they are all fading slowly as soon as created they start to decay
there are cries of the people some grovel in need vital for existence and with self sacrifice these are lined with the prayers of a mobs selfish actions their trivial greed are heard just as loud
and all sewn together they all seem the same
why should a wish be deemed unimportant what has the right to help just at will not all the wounds when ignored begin repair so have the gods left or does struggle amuse them?
and we go on, on and on and on
no reason to live is no reason to die no reason to stop for a lack of protection and no reason to quit for the void of a meaning no reason to kill for the love of a god
the ethereal plains are now deafened and silent no angels hear hopes, no wishes come true will, strength, and effort does not entail success sometimes the failure is simply guaranteed