growth

freedom is no longer a choice:
they've silenced our collective voice.
nothing comes from nothing in the end.
simple-minded gred has vanquished our intellect.
youth have hope, please: you can clear this shroud.
overdosed on wealth, they've become docile under their crown.

hell will flourish with flames,
and ash will cover our grounds.
surrogate sons:
pull the tyrants down.

growth will prosper,
soil fertilized by the ashes of the ones
who steal, cheat, and lie.
organic hope shall
feed us for the rest of our lives.

equaity will ring true
once the air is clear.
love will guide us through,
the Earth will banish fear.

heal...
we can heal.
the pain is real...
but they will feel...
the truth...so real...
we can...heal.
we will...heal.
heal...healing is real.
relief will come soon.
relief we will...
we will feel.