Do you see through mist?
Through your lust?
What do you see? The image or the reality?
Huh,you who have your beliefs and your hypocritical king as god?
What can you see from the castles built on the marsh,
A piece of land balanced and rooted in the burnt bodies of animals who dare speak innocent truth?
Is your conscience a mind of lead protected by bars of heated iron,
It better, lest it shatters when staring into the eye of the honest and primal nature of animal,
Who doth speak the truest words banishing thy vengeful pride with not a care,
You strive to rise above them, lone, standing, bearing the star, the crown on your head,
Walking as the dogmatic ruler in Jewelled shoes of living skin, stomping on the minds, thoughts and tongues,
Crushing their voices, almost slicing their throats,
Lusting after the bodies, after the power to sway and use the limbs till they were battered
And the hammer their minds till they succumbed to slavery of yours and bartered their free souls, minds for mindlessness,
You own them, might you bask in your glory,
But fear you must from the instinct of a free soul,
Blood drains from your sinfully alive veins as you realize from amongst those you stomp,
Will rise your nemesis and dampen your festive bloodshed of minds with a zeal of hope and honesty,
Adamantly refusing to sell his soul, for his body, he hath not a care,
You who feeds on fear and surrendered powerlessness in the eyes others, will exhale smoke as your soul burns in hell,
As your feet now drag, blistered ,naked, on the ground , where now reside true beings, children of nature and masters of free thought.