I just wrote to you this; I did just my very I went far but got stuck I picked up the pieces, I was vigilant soldier but the mass of the earth weighed too heavily on me How can truth be How can be right and wrong? The familiar turned strange, and evil unhinged.
My utilitarian unsettled Consequentialist moral categorically examined is a loss of innocence! I your call to arms set off the alarm, but heard back So, I set out I dont all Ive been shown
A quest for truth and I passed a desert Uninhabitable pastures of ash Abandoned littered like an Aerstan scene But desperate people appeared They had lived in constant for ten years since pollution got the best of them wiped them clean So, I thought "Ill their curse away! Let flourish, Ill take the pain." I lifted their drought and on my way
So Im you, help me carry? Im Atlas, Jesus and Wont please take this weight off of me? The is obsolete
The is bitter-sweet Logic and do not mix with morality your atrocities, the trump card never fails Remove the greed and the ego, and the prevails No empty-handed, I stopped at the coast to but found a flood of drowning in a sea of hatred begged and pleaded "End this war! Have and peace restored!" So, I up all their poison oaths
So Im asking you help me Im Atlas, Jesus and someone please take this weight off of me? The destination is
Theres left but wrong with me systems all degrading Ill take the so the World can breathe And I have to take thewm so theyll accompany me The future is longer than the past I up wrongs along the way them from the mass But I still had to jettison to gravity and not wanting to further pollute
I just behind parts of me Im collecting your tradition, your religion, your Im trading in your to put us all to sleep So here I lay, bent shoulders, broken I sink into the earth and all I can is to take this baggage to the grave one step I cannot take by the you read this Ill have passed away.