Peace is a luxury to me.

I pray to the gods that never existed for me,
pray to the evil to wake up and see.
To see how games can wreck and bleed.

I pray for the little eyes that are yet to see,
How infectious dust of agony is.

I pray for the ones in flesh and the ones that left, to grant them a luxury of peace.
Hoping to be attained in some life for free.

I pray for cleaner hands and clearer skin,
the bullets have left deep scares on them.
Can't you see marks tattooed all over me?

I pray to mother earth to be who she is.
Stronger than ever and not give up on me.
We are silly humans; forgive us for what we try to be.