Fearless Lines

 I The sunlight sprouts, as it gives light to the spree of life. Like the whirlwind in nature's atmosphere, So the days of men ring and rise on the surface of pain and lies. II Hope comes, warding off the long-thirst of men. As they spin and strive in a world of plenty, Choked up in a well-ventilated environment. III Promises swayed in, made to masses. As the cries of wasted resources spring on, And the wails of the prudent elites echo from afar. IV Now, Sunlight dims, Hopes burried, and Promises breached. As the Testament of our lustful lives, and mourning elites stir the atmosphere. When we discover the roads created are soaked in the bloods of the citizens, That the margins between the rich and the poor, Are  the effect of so-called Press-dent, Sin-ators, Min-sters, All called our Country's Representa-thieves. V Another day will shine on, To paint our thumbs in creeds for you. Another sunset will sprout, As we turn our vows and wake from your Bed of lies. VI We will walk no...

  Time is never enough for those that are up and running, but infinte to those without purpose.

  Do not expect to feed your mouth when you do not plough the ground, harvest hour will never precede the sowing era, there can never be a pay day in the absence of work da y.

 Dormancy is not a state of being inactive, but a state of being conscious but unconsciously having no impact.

  Nothing is so synonymous to being a failure in life than living an unfulfilled destiny on earth.