I'm walking across an intersection,
changing songs on my phone,
and up ahead,
I see a truck pull up to a small kid,
some dude leaning out the window,
with a gestured display.


I hasten my step, it doesn't seem right.

I'm pretty much there, so bellow in baritone
"Do you know this person?", I abbreviate to anyone.

When the truck peels off, I snatch a picture,
and ask the kid if he's all right.

What's your name, bud?
I call 911,
and we walk to the bank
down the block to wait.

please, stop hurting kids.
it's not right.

it's not right to spill innocent blood,
the occultic spells in your ancestral blood,

You want inverted life, in my veins,
The food you provide drives my cells insane,

You attack the root, through my seed,
Like the food that I eat, the air that I breathe.

What knowledge does one find,
when simple minds cannot define
symbol minded minds ahead of our time.

Climb the Ladder to Good,
but
Stuck in a Prison, an unfishned eye

To SEE what you want I to SEE.

STAB MY RIGHT i, Your LEFT alone.

It's not much, I kNOw...

But, in the world of the blind,

even you ...

you stupid, one eyed man,
you're a loser at right,
your truth lies at night,
you're the antithesis of nature and life,

you may be KING in the land of the blind.

But, in the land of the Light,
you're just a shadow,

A part...
of me...

I fight.