Filter - Snapcase

All that I wanted

Was a space to rectify

To rid deception

To sift and purify

Filter out the desecrated

Sift

Sanctify what she created

Dying with a goal

In mind to save me

From that which contaminates

Drives us to misery

Die, with a goal

I’m dying

Life, live in nature’s harmony

Contaminated, filter those who desecrate

Intent to survive

To sift and purify