terikat dengan jerut
tapi sendiri masih kebas
to me everything is still the same. the air we breathe in. that reddish blue skies. the paranoia. the robots. the dying marines. the trees.
And amidst these distruction there are the unseen children. They are still in terror. Oh how I felt so useless in my position. Stick to the verbal promises. Leaning against luxury. Am I not doing nothing