Discussing the notes, wearing lies like coats, the winter sinner, the blaspheme committer, must enter the temple, minds death is gentle.
Asking for purpose, the answer always hurts us, those who seek the truth always find the ones who defer us, their only answer is to cure us, of thought label it as a sin, the child of the enlightened killed his kin.
As a result the ignorant live in bliss, our people try to cure their pain with the slow kiss, putting our mouths to burning paper, the seeds in the words bring us to the state of higher vapors of knowledge
The liar is blessed, honest people’s cards kept and tears wept; the game is too rich for their blood, the prize too unfamiliar to accept
His expression is disturbing the peace, his race, discreet; rebellious minds complete, knowledge is key yet it’s filled with deceit, censored facts, the winner writes the past, cast a nation into darkness