I belive

What the fuck are you doing?
What the sense of this world?
I can speak anywhere,
Anything but it's wrong.

And it's doesn't have meaning
Any rules about freedom
Are true false and ignoring
Makes me cry before falling.

And I'm full up the hated,
I'm full up the pain.
I could shout for the many,
I could shout, but I say.

I belive that in future
Something will be so strong
And this maybe will change all
I belive, I don't wrong.


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