The Glory We Seek
Nations boast fateless woes while rocking hatreds clothes
Standing united, all of creation hopes that salvations close
To change the direction, of the games aimless perfection
We need pray to a reverend, or even the angels in heaven
People riddle and they ask why am I just middle of the pack
While figures of the past, fell to deaths hand, little did they last
Their aura was bleak, a wretched soul and never sorry to be
Refraining from change, thirsting to attain the glory we seek
Slavery earns an acute degree, till we’re perfectly viewed as free
Certain the proof we need is found in versions of truth we seek
Not a fan of lies, I analyze skys while others just fantasize
No man alive can withstand the rise of times grand demise
We’re no virgin to strife, wounded, cut deep, surgical like
enthralled over curtains of hype, searching for a purpose in life
Forever kings, wanting to ascend and spread our wings,
Silent like a songbird who never sings, life’s endeavours sting
Amplified by electricity, excessively when Thors hammers fly
Trying to clean up our act and sanitize, our hands of crime
A bunch of clones in suits who hide, boots and shoes are tied
Buzzing from a governmental drugging trying to remove the high
Pyramid power, the prisms alive like the wisdom supplied
Our existence denied, like christians who die and witness the sky
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