Blind Faith - 2
To carry my words from where I left
I have found an excuse to taunt
The person that resides within you
A person not worthy of worship
I have found a code much better
Than the path they blindly walk
Though I intend to keep it hidden
As exposure is merely impaired
The ages I have spent
In this short amount of time
Depict an image of me
Whistling my own chime
It is of great importance here
That I mention the only fact
A fact that has bewildered me
That its my own act.
How could you say I'm wrong?
Do you have proof of existence? ...