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huntAblunt
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Feb 2017
Mines of wisdom
I work inside the mines of wisdom
And I am digging
To receive my salary
Called knowledge
They say that time is money
meaning power
And they say that I would waste
Well ain't that funny
Knowledge is power
You should come and have a taste
Define the word control for you
Which is the essence of power
Now you know what you re after
And you know now what's the hour
While you think I waste my time
Digging, thinking for myself
You try to buy control for you
Which is never ever true
You stock on the shelf
Someday your moneys gone
And plan wiped out
You only think you're strong
Don’t know what its about
Standing scared ina the corner
Let truth arrive and people dig
So no longer they get sick
To find way out of Babylon
The Iron soul is strong
cause no control and money
could ever buy me peace and joy,
while you keep on earning money,
there is so much to destroy
surely you control then
what has been lost forever
as it exists no longer
you think you get stronger
perhaps one day you come to know
you don’t feel safe by bribing brothers
while you don’t even know yourself
but try to know the others
You want to feel security
And therefore loose your soul
Only achieving vanity
And a bunch of gold
finally you cant buy heavens entrance
And what is worth your power
That all will be worthless
When there comes the final hour
Would you know to control your part
You knew what means security
But you playing only ***** card
While I will live in purity
Perhaps on earth I am the last
But look back into the past
The last will be the first
I am guided never coursed
So who can tell me this is worst
Written by
huntAblunt
Hannover, Germany
(Hannover, Germany)
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