Pretending they are saviors
Pretending, governance
Those, who slyly engage
In false testimony
Damaging, accusing
Innocent strangers
Those morally sick
Cultivate and perpetuate
Satan’s kingdom of hate
And utter disgrace,
Endangering millions
Of innocent lives,
In their fabricated
And inhuman maze
Of incredible destruction,
As all Hell,
For their benefit,
They raise.
My imagination flies,My pulse is agitatedMy expectations rise,And I have hopesThat what never was,Could one day be!And I’m carried away,Nautically, lovinglyBy a sea of dreamsThat fit me well,And fulfill,My everlasting,Dreams of fantasy.
With so much scare.So alone!In this tearful valleyOf Stone,Who will hear our human groan?Our Prayer?Or wipe our tears,Or who will even care?For covered with the ivy of despairIs Future’s dome.
On too high a flame,The contents get burned,They lose their worth,And no one will come,A looking.
Harder to define.
Then two apples a dayMust keep ‘everything’ at bay.
Said the Artist,To his Art.And from then on,They were neverFound apart.
