The pain, the agony; the blackness I see

Oh you baffled fool! The choices you made

Was it really that hard to be?

A man of dream, a man of thought

You are a conspirator in the decay of man

You would sell your flesh if someone bought

Answer me, why is your struggle not profound?

Why is your sight fixed to the ground?

You are all traitors of Him

For you to rise above all was His whim

 

Sorry sir, my humblest apology

For you see I have not eaten since last night

And to think and speak is hard for me

So, I would leave the thinking to all you wise

Right now I think water and crumbs would suffice.

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