The Blind
why do we give too much credence to men
the starters of wars
the killers of truth
the greedy, lustful and covetous
we spend our years hoping in the fallible
making the fallen our heroes,
they too are lost...
and afraid of the death that stares at them
are afraid of the age that charges at their reflection daily
live in fear of the darkness that pursues them in the dark of the night
we are all fallen and in darkness
and we grope like the blind for answers Fate has scattered on the floor
we are all blind
lost and fallen
and not one soul has the answers we all seek
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