Time Has Passed

Blind ('Tis My Poetry)

I ain't swayed, I'm still standing as His devotee
They said that I am holding unto an uncertainty
When my brain had its last command
When my heart had its last slow pump
When my lungs had their last breath
When my eyes had their last glimpse
I would be going nowhere
I would be going to just disappear

They would about to cause doubt with their mouths
Screams and shouts, coaxes to fallout, to spirit's drought
To the wrong route, to go south, to be like the crowd
But they aren't allowed, no matter how loud, I stand my ground

Most of the humankind classes this faith as a belief which is blind
That is their perspective, their poetry
But I know He died, that is how He won the great good fight
'Tis one of my beliefs, 'tis my poetry

But if I'm blind, aren't you too?
Don't deny, this is the truth
Treasons in mind, serving at least two
Humankind, trying to eschew
You're always eyed, had no clue,
All your lies, all your hues
All overlies, He already new

So if I'm blind, aren't you too?
Don't deny, this is the truth
"It's a white lie", it is still untrue
Sin is already tied, wake up from your flu
Used to falsify, your black tattoo
He will testify, you must start to rue

Most of the humankind classes this faith as a belief which is blind
That is their perspective, their poetry
But I know He died, that is how He won the great good fight
'Tis one of my beliefs, 'tis my poetry

Stop being blind, we're all evils, to us, evils surround
There's nowhere to hide, nothing can be found
No hiding place, no sides, the world is round
The doorways are with wild chained hounds
No overlying faces, all lies, all lost are found
To be revealed, where good and bad secrets are bound
Can't be killed, no cloths and blood secrete on ground

And if I'm blind, I would gladly be
Than to witness this world's impurity
And when I got to His kingdom's gates
The first thing I will see is His perfect face

Most of the humankind classes this faith as a belief which is blind
That is their perspective, their poetry
But I know He died, that is how He won the great good fight
'Tis one of my beliefs, 'tis my poetry