I’ve seen the sweet touch of death..
I’ve seen the light that never wanted to come..
I’ve seen the sorrow in the eyes of the opressed
I’ve seen the narrow path of truth.
I’ve seen their lying faces, their ugly souls..
I’ve seen their thoughts, their level and their hearts..
I’ve seen there’s nothing in their shallowness
I’ve seen through them, inside and in their souls..
Their like books, like pages dusted by the time..
Their closed and embarrassed by the way they comprehend
The truth that shines into their punny little brains,
The storm that rumbles through their cortical cells.
They do not understand the way, the path, the choices.
They do not understand the hearts, the souls, the people..
They do not understand the meaning or the future of the human kind..
But they always know their hungry or when they want a bigger house..
They want respect and money and power close to emperors..
They want more sex, more party, more booze and more envy ..
But envy gets their souls in vain, and power gets their minds entrapped
Entrapped in loneliness, entrapped inside, entrapped by knowledge and forbidden thoughts!
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