Does anyone have a quarter?

Running from the noise, the silent screams of innocent beings glimpsing reality, wondering what they want from me, my eye's, my ear's, my untimely death. all alone with nothing left, but the bitter hope of a moments peace, that the worlds hate would finally cease, come to an end, an abrupt stop, just like time, pause life's tyranny and let your mind unwind it's ways and fix it's gaze to the figureless figure, who's blood freed us sinners, with our uppers and downers, goin' in and out of there minds with our rhymes of sickness, "Can I get a witness!" to this pool of judgement, from self righteous church leaders to redneck husbands, it's time we call collect 1-800-1REJECT, so they can see that were more than worthless, that no one deserves this genocide of love, it's time we start a 'real' walk with the God from above - the heaven and earth, he's the one who truely make us what were worth...