Known to few but, not by God
Shrouded in threat yet, filled with hope
To walk among those who know it all
beholding life, as if something else...
Tucked in a corner, of a tucked-in corner...
a speck of dust called planet earth
Lying in wait, they no longer search...
bound to the 'truth' as told by another
Tho all know nothing,`some think they do...
They speak for a god who knows them not
threat
.
SOMETHING ELSE
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They are free to think of things they cannot...
to embrace the things that can never be known
Those who know nothing, really know it best...
It's all about the living, not the rest.
PEACE OUT
BITCHES
The few upon- who know nothing at all...
know the god, who knows them not