Do you know the glorious?   Do you know they breathe and live?   The strict attention that they give   Toward their competition is comparable   To any dominant country that exists today      Not allowing their alertness to be distracted   While they take what they want   Your actions are useless   The appalled know not to question or act   Toward the glorious in a harmful manner      The result would disastrous   Either side you choose can be negative or positive   So I appalled walk away with their eyes closed   And mouths gaping open trying to take in each breath   They can as they walk away      They never question them   They never even think twice about it   And all we here is his born   You can hear him strain as the pitch retreats      Deeper into a gloom monotone note   There is a sudden silence which consumes the crowd   A second later faces start to grow old with age   Stress soaks eyes with a foggy coat of depression      Lips wrinkled as the air grows bitterly cold   I am running trying not to look back   Leaping over fallen bodies   And seeking shelter from this living hell