Herd the masses to proudly choose finite dreams in pitch darkness,
While the skinned and ***** live with in the infinite realm of hunger, in all clarity.
Where the pilgrimage to the rigid boundaries and bars of dogma is portrayed as spiritual enlightenment, when as the little matchstick of a soul they had, has been taken away with all ease and love.

So what is the cure for deeply wounded my love?
If the cure is of any consideration at all?

Our nation is what it eats, drinks and moans in delirium, and sometimes, all we can do is accept it.
To blame the ignorant for their ignorance, is the essence of ignorance itself,
For they are just a product of the nation of dust you ignored and spat on in the past.
And now, all you desire is to drink from her Nile, but without its poisons