There is a way out!

Rot, falling apart,

A corporal social injustice above

Sprawling in the veins

Of the godless extreme

We are the world,

If we still believe

Rot! to the dethrone!

MY HEART, MY AGENDA

WE ARE THE PROPER AGENDA

Forced into the hell,

Into the root of my deepest wounds

Crushed into the source

Only faith heals from out of all

Rot