Feathers on a stick
Same tired toy I offer
Cat has sleepy eyes

All sacred scriptures were written to turn the mind towards God
who is always to be found within each heart, isn't that quite odd?
They all tell of a different way or perspective of knowing that Glory;
each usually trying to make out as if theirs is the only or best story.
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by Arcassin Burnham


....Then again there are the evils,
longing to know what's been on your mind,
you don't owe me anything,
how can we go without knowing,
knowing,
if you were to know first hand,
it would not be as pretty,
I guess life is not as pretty as you would like it to be,
everything is not in perfect symmetry,
only our purpose to live and then one day in up in a Cemetery,
you don't owe me anything,
I provide order to those who are lost in the mist of confusion,
burning bridges and exposing illegal constitutions,
you do the math,
cause we're all just numbers,
walking the earth with iron fists,
even the weak,
you can fight the good fight with words,
as long as you speak,
this might have been the best thing I ever wrote,
but knowing you,
you'll end up judging,
I don't owe you anything.

I know not what you think
But you always assume I do
I wish in your absence
And leave all your blessings
It is not me who do not understand
But you who is being ignorant
Why is it that you think you know well,
And know nothing at all
Is it me that is dead?
Or is it you that is blind
Can I cover your mouth?
With a little bit of truth
And wish for a change
That is never to be true
How I wish you knew
The feelings that is erupting inside
Leaves nothing but hollowness
That flows in one single direction
Towards you
And I cry.