One that owns few
Outlives the one with much earned
The one that truly grew
Mocks the one who burns
As the threads of reality sewed their paths unchanging,
The hellfires become raging
While the chances of the other reaching the father are uncaging
Oh but don't leave you seats now,
For what is seems a clear sky
Is clouded by the ones who think high
As the ones who see truth pass by
The one who desires makes their next action die
Now the father is blinded by
The ones who claim they finded
Dreams cloud the minds of ones who lie
No justice can come of this system
So just then
