In the end, I met a friend;
Whose eyes of that of a triggerman;
A man who follow all the trends;
Down to his Brainpan.

Out of curiosity, I ask what I should not,
Oh boy, I was a fool!
If he wasn’t such a bad shot
I’ll probably woulda been a ghoul.

The triggerman now lay in his grave;
A bullet that pierced that brainpan of his.
The gunman is mysterious and doubts he would ever cave
But I bet you can guess; ah go try the quiz.

In the end, I buried a friend;
A man who follows all the trends.

M.I.D

Listen, listen here is a place that stands alone
Let’s not destroy it for self-profit.
In the future who will your descended condone?
Let’s try to save the world with all our merit

Or will build a wasteland for our descendants.
That will make their dreams into nightmares and insanities.
They will yell out that our fuckin ancestries put us in knee-deep
To fill their damn self-centered selves.

Mankind believes that everything they see is man,
It’s natural that the world and things around us will change to our desires.
For man is the chosen clan
That was mandated by heaven to acquire

The world. Even if it destroys it in the process
To achieve their desires. By law, on heaven and earth let man be acquiesce

By M.I.D

I’m like the silent trees
That watches the world, with their gazing eyes.
That me a person who sees
The fleeting sequence of existence and doesn’t care,
The trooper of true triumph.

By M.I.D

My dearest; my dearest; Claire what a rose have you become. Blossoming in the air my dearest Claire have you heard? All friends, they seek you like a gem among so many worthless stones. Like a stem of vine root in their soul. My dearest Claire, Do you see the theft? Do they desire to take you away when I turn left? I am being silly what can take you away from me. If they try their heart will be shattered into a thousand pieces like a million other before them. For you, it is a heartbreaker in all men no matter if they are covered in gold, wrap in beauty, or given great genius- you shatter their soul like you do to mine. Oh Clare, Oh Clare! Bring them to me! The seeker, the thieves, and the heartbroken; let them see, let them see. Their queen sitting upon her throne looking down on them like a bunch of ants. Repeat your curse my “dearest” Claire

By M.I.D