There is a story living rent free in my mind.
A story so old, it dines and drinks with time.
The same story is my present and solid outcome.
My hand please help me write to these reading eyes.
I heard of a man who sits alone in the sky,
He doesn't eat, drink or have a companion nor a wife.
They say he has plans for all men in this place.
A being omnipotent beyond the aspects of time and space.
Sometimes an ignorant man can doubt his own state of being,
but all that is what makes him free and supreme.
Power lies in the beds of the Lions roaming around free,
as they sleep with full bellies without the need to kneel.
I heard the same old story all over and over again,
I'm now sure wisdom is what the Lions and all the free gain.
I am already shaped by my envy to be exactly like the Lions.
If green is free and red is dependency, which colour is your crayon?
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 8:26 PM UTC
There is a story living rent free in my mind.
A story so old, it dines and drinks with time.
The same story is my present and solid outcome.
My hand please help me write to these reading eyes.
I heard of a man who sits alone in the sky,
He doesn't eat, drink or have a companion nor a wife.
They say he has plans for all men in this place.
A being omnipotent beyond the aspects of time and space.
Sometimes an ignorant man can doubt his own state of being,
but all that is what makes him free and supreme.
Power lies in the beds of the Lions roaming around free,
as they sleep with full bellies without the need to kneel.
I heard the same old story all over and over again,
I'm now sure wisdom is what the Lions and all the free gain.
I am already shaped by my envy to be exactly like the Lions.
If green is free and red is dependency, which colour is your crayon?
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