11 Jan, 2017 05:23 AM
Many things wash past my view
If thy observes, madness ensue
Many things to cloud the eye
And all those things thy glorify.
For down below root stem and leaf
Our thoughts act on belief.
For what is man without another?
For the Gods curse us as Brothers
What beasts we are, in human flesh
We bind our souls and minds, enmesh.
With simple things thy cannot see
Love and hate, these things the key.
To a lock, pulled far from view.
If thy should look, let madness ensue.
For with eyes of clouded vision,
All thy see is that envisioned.