None But none

This is where I live in my land on thorns heart on wheelbarrows. Ruining one's heart is nothing but a life, of love and what not. no, don't leave me alone or us. we are the worst ever not truly the worse. don't you accredit it that we have been endlessly the same? how to change? Something we don't require? every vestibule of our world harrowing to the core. not a single spot to find virtue, even in shadows. anarchy, not a word bubbling with airy foam; a culture thriving as progress! crowd is the name labelled as "power", central. Our wail screws them: "lynch them!" Until accolades showered on them... let us not look at this frozen body we know whose it is... never did he belong to us. never will he, he is none.