Haute Monde Facade Nervecell In the verge of existence, There lies a lust to devour, the pain of humanity's anguish This grief never settles my soul not an hour, filled with shame and disappointment Misconceptions towards this life and its death, drawn through disobedience and anger What this verve brought us to? Towards the end of everything Chaos is here Engaging in a never ending hatred, hatred to this life our fathers once led Injecting revulsion in the minds of the weak, innocence to corruption Puppets of a ruthless aim, stupidity is born in the name The name of honor we once swore upon, swearing upon the lord of one Towards the end of everything Something is near consequences you can hear Your doings are unset revealed through blinded eyes Something is near, your vision, determination set unclear objective and need Your doings are unset revealed through misleading lies Come to realize with an open mind We are made to, decompose, to humiliate, to invigorate Rot in peace This tragedy is tearing me, true senses scattered everywhere This silence has forsaken us, can hear my soul crying out with despair "History will have to record that the greatest tragedy this period of social transition was not the strident clamour of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good..." - Martin Luther King, Jr.