Cylinder is segmented,
my rise has been a trek.
My quest for my best I
search amongst wrecks.
My vision is impeded I
now see of my purpose.
But I ask the question,
do all others deserve us?
We my following eyes I
try to subside make easy.
The simple things you
love also they please me.
I see in seems fractured
I know I’m such a drag.
Come forth my nation of
a place I can plant my flag.
We own the dry ilk hate
it jades our core so stained.
Shock us we ask of earth we
hurt we need entertained.
