CloudlessI've seen a blind womanGrowing cold outside,An older image of Our younger selves.She wears a shard of mirrorAnd a broken swordScreaming "Look at yourself!"She is the scales; she is the statue,She is what we should have always been,But she has long since been replaced by greed.This eternal rain of dust has fallenDown upon the scales,And they're broken,Rusted, and brown...Falling downWhat gives you the right toTake life away?In the dawning of our darkest hour, Who says what's right?What gives us the right toTake life away?While these images are cutting throughA cloudless September sky.
I always have issues to shoots narrow or deep pictures XP"""