For it is;

What men seek crawling at dawn.

Whether it is simple truth.

Try struggling, for this is work.

Tears shed from the previous dusk,

drench the cloth their heads rested.

For dawn is when men must crawl.



For it is;

Why must men rejoice at sight?

Was it due to ignorance?

They struggle, after morns' bread.

Tears  shedded now bask in light,

driven by fear makes reason.

For morns' bread will give men strength.



For it is;

When fleeting feelings men felt,

would dry the basking tears shed.

This is when the men will know.

The men shall know what is Will!

Driven by a piece of bread, yes,

For that piece of bread filled men.



For it is;

Why must men walk after meal?

Was it to gain another?

They have struggled for one piece,

The piece that seemed like a meal.

Do it once more. This cycle.

For we are but mindless men.



For it is;

What is it that needs doing?

Whether it's easy or hard,

the men wait, and do whats asked.

Then, men are given the bread.

Driven by hunger gives reason.

For tears drench the cloth no more.



For it is,

cloth that soaked, not the mens tears,

cloth that soaked sweat of bodies.

Struggle they do, for a piece.

Yet struggle they should not! Why?

Drool for meals, not just a piece.

For Hunger shall make men walk.



For it is

cloth once bathing in sweat. Now,

cloth is drying mens stained sweat.

Crimson hue now paints not men,

but the meal they desired for.

For hungers reason is vile.



For it is,

just simple nature of men.

Now dusk returns bringing fear.

As light is slowly eaten.

Men standing on their two feet.

Trembling, they raises their hands.

Offering a piece of bread.



For it is;

now light is disappearing,

inevitably for men,

as mens feet cannot hold them.

Crawl once more then! Now feast!

On the meals you have hungered.

For it is but simply, Truth.