Fears of exchange.

So you want your name to go down into the books, are you proud of yourself? Do you ignore those looks? The ones that so easily bend to your will, they are not your foretold; they expect to be gilded for any of the their words that they've said in opposition. Used to bowing to your lies, which are unfolding and you're desperate. You can't find a witness. Is democracy truely a dead language spoken? Or, can we finally dismiss this whole view of how our modern society is still broken into two?

Author's Note

Criticsim should always be constructive. :-)