Flowing

A child can withstand the world
Imagination infinite

A pure soul can be corrupted
Or shrivel into dust

7 days can be the end for one
Without an 8th it is undone

Give a reason for lies
And me a reason for truth

Evil lies within the nearest corners
Good lies within the farthest land

Shed a tear for the living souls
and spit on the dead bodies of kings

The stream of consciousness has fallen

Give rise to the cliches and and broken idols

The land of children has burned
The land of idols has disappeared

Paintings will have to be brushed
The creativity will have to be rushed

Visit the grave nine times today
Where all the right and wrongs lay


When will thought be provoked
And individuality will not be choked