Their thoughts are like poison
rooted in the depth of their minds
blossoming rot, only to
Paint pathetic smiles
Every word comes out as if
someone's pulling the trigger
with their ignorance
To shoot your ideas
Didn't they tell us you could not kill an idea?
Let's just eradicate their rivers
And although our oceans are salty
Nothing looks unoriginal than
A beautiful stream
With no depth
At all.
