With Money And A Mouth Peice Of The Wise Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Walking in paradise and not even knowing.
You think your the only one.
A theory tried and proven wrong.
Their is so many of us.
Small insignificant.
A minuscule being.
You simply don't matter.
It's alway the bigger and the baddest.
Jump just a little higher.
To reach the ledge and climb up.
To only a different level.
Being controlled.
By those who have cheated.
They are smarter and you have been defeated.
A conquest to somewhere.
But where are you?
A never moving frozen stone.
Solid and alone.
Taking on it all.
Weathering the storm.
Listening to the thunder roar.
Enduring the slamming of the doors.
The gates to heaven are closed to you.
Not till you have seen it all.
The third man rides a horse in with his cane pretending to be of the wise.
His old appearance with thinning gray hair is just another disguise.
For he's here to create compromise with the black knight.
Like the forbidden apple he passes the fruit.
Mmm, it taste good and all we want is more.
He makes his promise.
Then points to the dark shadow.
And soon we are engulfed in the darkness.
Not of the promise land.
One of the damned.
As close as you are going to get to hell on earth.
With the whispers of those who have been cursed.
Echoing from this place.
We are all swallowing with disgrace.
We are not the symptom but the problem.
Falling for it everytime.
With lies we believe.
It is only what we tell you.
With intelligence bought and pay for.
The ultimate form of mind control.