Sore
In through the outdoor
I see chimera on the floor
Unable to believe in hate
Crying love for one mate
No way to communicate
Even if heaven can’t wait
Even if they are so poor
Truth is in the mirror
They feel so desperate
That they can’t really create
Feel the beat in their core
They don’t have faith no more
Evil so far please fate
Swap love for hate
And world in his bore
In a sigh open the sore