We are
The empty shells
We are
The wandering ghosts
We are
Souls who don't have bodies
Things that are nonexistent
Leftovers of what that once were
Sadness and envy
Crawling inside us
As we wanders through the worlds
Looking for what that were taken from us,
And on those who still have theirs
Corrupting and disrespecting it
Those filthy creatures
Not appreciating the greatest gift they have
The same gift we once had
But now we don't have
Coldly ripped from our bare torses
Once despair our feelings were
Fake or not fake
Our emotions may or may not be
To us they feel real
Though deep down we know the different
But now
What seems to feel like Hope
Bloom inside our empty beings
A way the Number One found
To end this torment of half-existing crossing
Between life and death
He found a way
Opening the Door to The Heart of All Hearts
It is
But it will take time before it can be open
And our new lifes can be given birth
Until than
We have to remain patient and do as our Great Leader command us to do
Thou our reward will taste the better
When we work hard for it