Search for an Utopia
And living in a state of fear
Might force down your walls
And let you search for a power.
The supremacy of that talisman,
May not lie in the hands of unknown
But in the understanding of the known.
The crux of this lesson
Is not the prison of religion
But the zeal in hearts
Of the one; brave
Who are enough to set up the gates
Made from the rock
Of the blessings of the old,
Barefoot and barehand-
Lifting and creating,
The epitome of creations
The state-of-the-art figure.
One who sits on iron,
And prays for the destitute
Who lives in wealth of knowledge
And lots of gold to spare.
Barely powerful
But brave enough not to fear.
The one brave, comes to halt
Creating an Utopia of its own,
That even the God's fear
Clashing with the world
That the religion brazenly presented
With no bars and prison
But every free soul
No one to forgive
No one to harm the anima
And so the Utopian world was finally restored.
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Twenty Two!
ŞiirA collection of light and dark themed self musings that won't dissapoint you. Enjoy!
