Charismatic smile.
Lies behind the innocent face.
I've seen you running all the while.
Shed your skin and wear disgrace.

(Life is short)
Why do people die alone?
(Life is short)

If you're not someone, you're just collateral damage.
Take one for the team. Efforts go unnoticed.
Guild channels silent. Neglected Novices. Ahem.
While you're off - having sex and living lies.
Probates run the guild and frantically organize.
You can't be maybe, nor you grey.
In war, people die, each and every day.
There's no such thing as a "legal" war.
Bulls**t, rules are meant to be broken!
This isn't called the "Midnight Age" for nothing.
Idiots.
Stop wearing your smile, upside-down.

(Life is short)
You're no longer a person. Just a variable.
(Life is short)

You're a statistic. All assigned a number.
Grouped into categories. A fact. Information.
How many people do you know who get recognized for good deeds?
But we sure as hell know who the child murderers are.
Don't forget the egotistical yet indifferent thieves.

(Life is short)
Half of Aetolia buys your s**t.
(Life is short)
And ninety percent of them live in it.

The other ten percent?
Why they're the foremen.
They crack their whips and give the orders.
You obey with a smile.
Because one day...
You hope...
To be...
Just.
Like.


-THEM-

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Arios, in the year 150 MA.