Shriveled hands
Drenched in grime
Deep-rooted aversion
Entwined in mind
Infested ideas to be unified
It is time to deliver
The stillborn fruits
Of our despair
Every step I take
On this land
I'm a stranger there
I consents to the death
Don't you like this place?
States are full of lies
Prison of humanity
Torture of our minds
Lye of truth
Eats through the soil
What they convinced
Long ago
Hidden for years
To get a form
In Shapeless womb
Of the Universe