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.
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