Hope my message is quite clear.. i've not tried rhyming unnecessarily, it takes away the taste! To them, we ask, where we are; outside our homes, we search; So blinded in the faith of a hundred lies, woven together; which, in our thoughts hides so treachorously. But for a mighty sun, the world at large does'nt see the fiction in the eyes of the rose. It slays the stranger like the hideous wolf, and dresses itself in a saintly pose. Few in the world become who they are, in this shining facade of destruction. And a million years passed by, but the rays still fall oblique. To the eyes of the sacred child, the world's still a slumber. And a race of warring heads, takes no time to ponder. This the truth of the holy land; This, the light of the kingdom. People who fail to learn from themselves, no sermons can teach. And the truth will happen again, and we, like mortals, shall remain into the night ruling our minds from the dusk to the dawn, from the light of the day, withdrawn; Trapped forever, in the darkness of the spawn.