You see what you wish to see,
So blindness is what you wish to see,
Shall you be blind to the truth you see,
But silence is all I see
Such as deafness belonging to a bat,
Point of living is where?
Over at the end of the rainbow,
Fire fills the spectrum, to where?
In peoples mind heaven only exists,
You see what you wish to see.
It lurks in the shadows,
Where light shines brightest,
Demons shadowing your shoulders,
Where you only listen to the nicest,
You hear what you wish to hear.
You pray to the 'holy one',
Prayers for miracles,
Impossible tasks for the pitiful.
Left to be hysterical,
The 'holy one' looks down apon the undesirable.
But who is the 'holy one'?
God rejects many,
Satan accepts all,
Is that a miracle?
No.
It is what I wish to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem