I see many people in their heart
holding a pen and marking the script
judging whoever and whatever they see,
be careful! be careful!
the struggle you never know
the life you never live
but in the depth of your pride
and in the darkness of your knowledge
you think it your way
like your life has not been on grace
wise fools, why judge astray?
I see your golds melting like rubber,
I see those mountains shifted,
I see your leafs fading away,
and your prayers offered for doves
I see a revolution of re-programing,
animals hunting the hunters
and your pride, dragged around as rag.
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