Falling down the
Twisted fools, pools of them
Just waiting for more of them
Demanding attention, but you don’t
Realize it is pointless that
When in the pools of the fools
You become one of them
Denying the existence of lying
Denying the existence of crying
Erasing the existence of your brain
Not using it, leaving it
Just wasting it.
Destroying it, or letting it
Be controlled by the fools
In the pools…
We are all tools
Building the structure
Of a deceased infrastructure,
Without morals.
Quarrels over land
Designed to rid the world of those who follow,
Follow the cause no god can swallow
Death is rising,
Afraid…
Of losing its role in our lives
When we all just die,
by our own secular hands.