are we doing harm than good, ones with power, the ones misunderstood. society will never understand, justice of our ancestors slips, through our hands. just a cog. turning in this machine. just a cog. turning on whats we truly believe. fooled into thinking we have a choice, burnt out beliefs, no moral voice. always someone pulling the strings, always someone with the upper hand. just a cog, are these really our lives? just a cog, I can't go on forever. this feeling in my stomach is am empty pit of hope. false hope, no hope. or judgement is served on what we believe.