The
return to the dark
Of
a time when the corridor is weak
The
broken lightings hanging for all to see
Nobody
in the hot seats move to make it bright
The
corridor falling asleep
As
the shadows move along
Covering
in the shadowy darkness
Of
the bright moon in the sky
And
they sing
“Don't
cry for us
Our
souls have been sold
In
the darkness we have to go”
They
don't see the dividing road
It
leads them to no where to go
In
their minds the glittering gold
Of
a time they can retire bold
The
weaknesses of upholding justice
The
black skeletons in the black hole
They
know where they will be
When
they will fall right into it
The
yellow umbrellas floating
The
time right to make the plucking
Covering
the darkness with its yellow
Underneath
the power of returning
The
return to the dark
It
will be bad for democracy
Too
much intolerances and bigots
And
croaking of the satanic frogs
Seriously
let the Constitution stays supreme
It
is our foundation to a better nation of people
Let
the light shine through in our minds
When
the time comes we must make it count
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