For who do we fight for? Who is the great ruler of all?
When the pigs hurt the innocent and the rats wear the crown
The white masks of punishment, the wicked smiles of a false town
Who is to tell the difference between a fool and a clown?
The mindless sheeps, always thinking they are above all
But even the lions fall down and deeper the dark hole
In a spiderweb filled with lies, the sheeps are stuck like helpless flies
O My Great Ruler! Why have you forsaken us?
Like a mother abandoning her child, we cry helplessly in the land of the exiled
Why are you lying at us? Why can you lie without even trying?
You are taking us for fools, and you are using us as stools
There's no salvation or hope for the land of the exiled
For every sheep is a fool, forever to be used as a tool
YOU ARE READING
A Never Ending Dream
PuisiThe loving kiss of death The cold touch of darkness Where is the hope I'm searching for? Your sweet little kisses Your gentle touch Ah, there it is... [Just a bunch of poems I wrote]
