What you put in you will receive. The old get older and the young seem to get dumber, The lessons we learn from the ones we should be respecting get taken for granted.
The experienced ones know the way, those who don't just fall into a line. Bad they will go never getting better, day by day til nature rolls thunder. Nature selection comes to play, while others work there lives away.
The line that forms is hatred and anger. Never getting better never in slumber. The line March's on, the path leaves scorch and ashe. The hotter the flames the colder the heart, can't change the insecure hate, always flowing.
Follow the ways of the ones who have lived. Hate none dish out less. Rage can break the gentlest soul, and turn them into the next link in the clink. Work harder, hate less. Keep freedom, fight for what's right.