In every aspect of life
There is prosperity, teeming with mirth
But somewhere in the restlessness of legions
There lies awake something terrible
Honesty forgotten
Staking lives
There lies awake something untold
Bare arms and bony chests
Asking for a hand
But men with swords and rich women
Pay not a single heed
There lies awake evil
If things were to change, be different
If men weren't in need of anything
Would it have been better?
Question yourself, don't feel hostile
If things were far more than hoping for gratitude granted
Would it have been a bigger world?
Less stony, less dreadful?
If man can make sculptures out of nothing
Then surely they can destroy as well
But if that were true
Would it have been something greater?
Thus lies awake ignorance
If peace were farmers
Then surely men are locusts
If evil was the scorching sun
Then surely men are the rain drops
Be not just a follower, be a leader
But keep in mind of feigning ignorance
That; thus lies awake man as the biggest affliction.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
