I have made many upon many of mistakes (and i know this has nothing to do with your previous comment, but, bare with me) I have made many of mistakes, but it seems i never learn.
You can tell me black is black, and i can accept it, and believe it, then on my color exam i will say, "the shade black, is white, and vice versa" NOTHING is as it seems, and in my naivety, i believe things that say one thing to my face and another to my credit card.
In justice is all around, "injustice makes the world spin and the beggars grim"
Thanks for commenting it.
As you have said, it is in a loop. The tragic cycle of death. Even though we still dream, our dreams end for death. As you might read in my poems, it will be dark, but also shed light, as in hope. The last few parts of the poem is the light that they will stop the sins. Once again, thanks for the comment.