Betrayal

When the lamp of heaven Lifts itself from dusk. This great stage of fools Awaken. Fools roam With headless vision. The blind mesmerize On what the fools articulate. And any one, Who is helpless to voice Follow the strong. The strong speak with deception, Playing the fools Like a game. A game that cannot be won. The fools give faith, In this wretched plea of a realm. All being exploited, And betrayed. But when mans pride is shadowed. The fools, the blind. The helpless, and the strong, All seek for aid. They seek for salvation From this filthy covetous stage. But this search for salvation Is concealed By a lifetime of deceit, Which cannot be recovered. Man is left only to exist, In a vitality of betrayal, Unable to grasp the translucent tone, Which stands before them. And when trying to escape, The lamp of heaven Lifts itself from dusk, Once more.