GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

Why do I still resist?

When it is easier to lie and steal,

The ideas of others are poison that I insist,

On letting flow through my veins, without apologising.

Why do I record?

In the scrolls of corruption I am desired,

For having stolen, I am now the cursed master,

Displayed to the realm as worthy and decorated.

So that I may then be the guide of the unwary,

Encircling the innocent with the death rattle,

And as a recruit, cleanse the souls of the renegades,

Making the newcomers the children of disorientation and pain.

And thus, lost, they writhe in bed,

Misfortune a step away from the forgotten people,

With the children of destruction, in a sad drama,

I write the history of a world consumed by madness.

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