If you know how it is to live with the burden of daunting eyes.
Deceased is my proclamation to breed amongst them
Our eyes are on the divine massacre in a place far away and actions that they’d defy.
They do what’s told to them to live life half dead.
We do what’s untold and unwritten to die a historic death.
There’s holocaust in our eyes but they see just the green
Like they hold the power over us, but perennially we hold the decree.