He knows the answer, climbing a mountain of needles and guns. an obstacle furnished by political shadow. so much love caught in society's net.filter his revolutionary thought. hurting is the geneses of his soul. expressed through a desperate tear. his eyes are a reflection of the world. death cast its hand upon the forehead of children. innocent life made forfeit.so much misery is created, from the earliest Chronicles of man, by the desire of the few. the man pursues his destination, a fantasy summit. his eyes are a reflection of the world. sons and daughters, bred to smile in the faces of the men they kill. it becomes easier with each blood drenched dawn.pass on our parents hate, even though no one understands the people that must be destroyed. how are they different from us? desire to turn back, retreat burns in his mind. failure is so much easier than progress. pushing through the pain. his eyes are a reflection of the world. destruction is so simple an answer, but peace is spoken in foreign tongue.when will a greater ideal be accepted?how long before the Apocalypse? the dagger thrust in our heart, with the handle in our hands. he lays on his back, witness to a utopia just out of reach. the mountain has claimed its last victim. final judgment has come, and he ceases to exist. his eyes are a reflection of the world.
