Dimmed Room

I play the burlgar of the gates Of the constant paradigm Which states that never is too late To clarify the hidden scheme What makes the power powerful What makes submission obligated Could be an energy of fool, Collective fool that is dictated To do the right, as it was taught But what seemed proper, fades with time Appears another face of God Unjustice gets a justify The devil’s advocates have won Concealed arrangement, sealed and signed Was a conclusion, long foregone And what seemed fair, turns out a lie But as I crack the secret code And enter in, I see the same Dimmed room, as if it was foretold To be repeated in the game.