Humiliate the crown
Of royal blood
Whose head's up high
And draws imperial line
With greedy towers
Standing tall
And never bows
Before his Servants.

Oh, bow before the Servants!
Whose blood is full of gold
Let not a droplet spill
And end the serving line
Whose shelters sway in awe
Hardly standing tall
Bows forevermore
Before the guiltless crown!

Letters and hues
So warm and inviting
On the sheets that entice
So full of delight.

Leaflets I make
Deliver unto all
Mnemonics of compassion
Fair and unselective.

So grants the mass
Whose love is for the meek
Whispers of concern
Hearken truth to offer.

If only I could make
Leaflets of eternity
To offer truth to all
And long until infinity.

I saw a farmer fly a plane
Above the clouds, I saw his hand
Lift up the burden in his arm
In the air, he tossed the seeds

The swift cold breeze headed South
Dragged them downwards to the ground
Each was scattered all around
To various sections of the land

A seed fell down the good soil
It grew healthy, nice and strong
The sun looked down, it looked up
Water sprinkled; it received

A seed fell down the grasslands
It grew weak, sad and stubborn
The sun looked down, it looked down
Water sprinkled; it got none

A seed fell down the stones
It grew speedy, tall but weak
The sun looked down, it trembled
Water sprinkled; was too late

A seed fell astray by the wayside
It stayed asleep and sprouted none
The sun looked down, and water sprinkled
The fowl passed by and ate the seed.

Dear stranger in despair,
The world loves you
I know none about you
But so much that I can say
The world loves you.

The turmoils and the sorrow
Unite against us all
So does misery
That pulls us down
So hard, we stumble.

The quicksand that pulls
So low, we almost give in
The fearsome foresight
That exhibits each and every time
Delusions by the horror.