Known to few
but, to no God
Shrouded in threat ,
yet, filled of 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 a 'truth'
as told by another
Tho all know nothing,`
some think they do...
They speak for a god
who knows them not
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
SOMETHING       
ELSE
threat
.
i
The few upon-
who know nothing at all...
know the god,
who knows them not
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