A long while ago,
A very long while ago,
There was a man,
The man was perfect,
In every way but one,
As his heart was full of daggers,
And his eyes burned like the rising sun.
He sat upon a tripod,
And questioned what the world stood for.
Many would ask,
"Why?"
But the only answer they would get,
Would be nothing,
As his heart was full of daggers,
And his eyes burned like the rising sun.
Once,
Someone dared to question him,
And their heart was soon full of daggers,
And their eyes burned like the rising sun.
So he sat upon his tripod,
Where no one dared sit,
And questioned the world,
Just like a hypocrite.