The world was wandering.
On their own perishable wilderness.
Researching to eradicate the truth.
From the eyes of the people.
They gave them handkerchief.
And the human beings received it.
with gratefulness, they dont know, they' re deceived.
They taught them how to blindfold their vision.
Although, they bump, hurt and wounded.
They smile, knowing that was just fine.
But the Serpent too grinning.
Putting the circuit of brainwashing in their minds.
They dont understand, they were pull away.
From the Way, which give them forever life.
They thought, it was ok to continue.
They fed their children with the same theory.
And the children pass it on to their children.
All through their lifetime, everything will build confusion.
As the end will knock into their doors.
Crying and regret will be their campsite.
Full of darkness and a dungeon of fire.
The light will be absent there.
And this is their worse graveyard.
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 12:25 AM UTC
The world was wandering.
On their own perishable wilderness.
Researching to eradicate the truth.
From the eyes of the people.
They gave them handkerchief.
And the human beings received it.
with gratefulness, they dont know, they' re deceived.
They taught them how to blindfold their vision.
Although, they bump, hurt and wounded.
They smile, knowing that was just fine.
But the Serpent too grinning.
Putting the circuit of brainwashing in their minds.
They dont understand, they were pull away.
From the Way, which give them forever life.
They thought, it was ok to continue.
They fed their children with the same theory.
And the children pass it on to their children.
All through their lifetime, everything will build confusion.
As the end will knock into their doors.
Crying and regret will be their campsite.
Full of darkness and a dungeon of fire.
The light will be absent there.
And this is their worse graveyard.
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