It is a wonder truly
How I have grown duly
To the mysteries unknown
The answeries to which I now own
But..
I pause as I ponder
The irrationality of Man,
And how they grow fonder
Of the destruction that is at hand
Or at least to the absconder
The reconstruction it so desperately demands
Such disregard for practical matter
Consume and laze, our appetite only grows fatter
For money not knowledge,
To each other we flatter,
Though one is a priviledge, what of the latter?
Rats in a maze, racing for cheese
Amusing to Gods, from above we perceive
The decadence of Man, and in what they believe
The regression of thought, their own souls they deceive
Their bodies grow feeble
Their spirits have atrophied
Constant advocation of evil
Good will decrepit.
How often I speak in parables
My word complexed,
To the common man illegible
But to those not easily perplexed,
Multi-dimensional and worthy of utmost respect.
But let me now speak for those who hear but will not listen
For those who speak with meaning missing
For those who see but are blind to the mission
I can see your souls, naught but a simple whisp
Piercing gaze through your eyes
Easily unfold all your lies
To see your heart and mind remiss
Drunkards and druggies abusing gifts of the wise,
Opinion without reason our selfish demise,
You only live once,
Your motto each time before your body dies,
Refusing the lesson,
Numbing the pain searching for new highs
You are weak, as truth you dismiss
Embracing tedious lives in ignorant bliss
I'll pray for your souls, you will truly be missed
Oh,
If you feel offended by this
Resentment swelling in your soul, embodied in your fist
Before you scratch or bite, or vindictively hiss
I suggest you reread this
From start to finish.
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