looking up from the deep

looking up from the deep
i see a moon
its gritty teeth
gun in air
wanting to execute my reprieve
How can the world allows this deed...

I spread the truth
now they are all lies
this is my crime
justice the grand illusion
first the institution
then unjust restitution

I ran
not willing
feeling so numb
hush
feel it
before they kill it

On trail looking at my peers
the devil in their ears
Lies spat out
crafted to perfection
making people look differently then their own reflection
Lies and a Colombian necktie

Here I am
underneath the flow
blood running the race
how much can escape?
as the bullet hole goes
piercing my glassy eyes

Looking at my former self
floating
water turned wine
soon this will be another night
just another freedom fighter
who never gave up his life