It's me, your mindful mind of self-government.
Do not neglect me at this moment.
It's just me and your own segment
of wondering in every imaginative pigment.

Small slice of my world, it's been a long time
while it goes by and by, we will die.
Let us mind your mind if it's fine
or we carefully mind the root of lie.

I got lots of room, hidden treasures
that makes you think and think
until you became over pressured
through all undefinable things.

I'm your great mind of all feelings
telling that once you don't understand,
a thing? Go, make its own meaning!
For I am with you, anywhere you stand.

I'm all power and hates of godly tales!
Heart is useless without my presence.
Heart is just blood sender, nothing else
and no one can overthrown my bench.

You need me as precious as you guess.
I'll think much morally and legally right
like god is only a word for who's hopeless,
fake and self-pity human in your sight.

I'm your mind and its your fault.
Nothing else could ever help you
once you die with a faith in a cult.
All I've got, it's what you've done through.

Use me to manipulate the others mind.
I have this higher-order thinking skill
to **** their query with pity or be kind.
For I'm a thinker, out of Achilles heel.

It's impossible to live without evil bid.
All meaning of all things was man-made.
Through Flash bang, our sight could out.
the brighter you see, the more you doubt.

Who got more secrets, who's the soul of lie?
The said soul who hides in the light,
or the self-proclaim soul in the dark,
from the east where he spark.

All unbelievable works called miracles,
all unexplained things was seemingly magic,
A mind that hoping for no Battles
but without darkness we won't need a light

See for it and don't just hear for it but,
You don't have to believe on what they've been believed
You mind it if it is true or not
because it not about what they believe is but what I will give.