Though the long gone ghosts are still fighting for their kings
Going out on a limb, cutting through the smoke & finding nothing
Their belief in their false gods have not yet died
They still have hope inside
They keep the weapons high
To somehow feel that their deaths mattered
They feel alone, all the time
Even with the crowd
Their fake laughters and their clouts
Fill them with a doubt
That they have nothing more to think & their brains are dead.
With every chant in unison something dies inside
They yet flex with empty pride
Everything is bright but still no light
Feet walk together but the knees are trembling
Oh to see that sunset again where children are running free
Opinions flying , words uttered, doubts innumerable
Debate, exchange of thoughts, questions on god
It all seems so long ago, it all seems over now
We can keep our books down
Just be”lie”ve in his words, he is whom we trust
We shall die the same death as the ghosts we see
For though we breathe right now, we are all the same
Same beliefs, same parade,
No attempt to escape.
An everlasting maze.
A blur, a haze.
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