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Feb 2017
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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