"One man's freedom fighter
is another’s terrorist...

For the sake of silence,
we have to distance ourselves...

They barked, “You do not fit, don’t tag along!
Be gone, you beast! Your kind is not our kin...

Only kids feel the suffocation,
adults are already suffocated...

Life is experiencing death
with the eyes wide open...

Death is like a crack on the windshield of my car
I can see that crack's dissemination...

He is so poor.
He has nothing yet honesty...

Space is as the result of our disunion
the scatter of our holy communion...

The nature of dream
is wakefulness...

The key, is
that there are no keys...

Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...

They looked down upon him in dirt in derision.
They never saw him they saw themselves...