Who was there in the final hour
to excuse the deeds of the seeker
who sought his fortune in the tower
only to find it taken by its keeper

the hidden disguise of the innocent
cluttered behind the demise of fools
who sought after thoughts not relevant
but deemed proper by the rulers rules

Now its all a replay of the conscience
even existance now has its own price
to not confuse with its own innocence
on which this society truly cannot thrive

Put value in nothing and create beliefs
in a false system that quivers beneath
forcing the kind to face to themselves
in learning to live to live with without

what really motivates the heart to beat
what really fuels the passion to live
what really one holds beneath their feet
the true power of what love truly can give

let it be that the riddle is backwards
or the readers of the same lost the meaning
of what really was supposed to come after
that comes first the end before the beginning