Fools Follow
A word master I would need to be
To describe all I see
Leaving the cloth behind
Let it all go, become one of the blind
As the world bring itself to the brink
On others sweat you drink
Hate seems to be the rule
Love is the tool
Believed in by the fool
Lost in my mind
Yet nothing in there left to find
I stepped outside of time
Got myself lost in the rhyme.
As belief became the crime
So much hate
As of late
Because after awhile
You get lost in the smile
All seems fake
Everyone just seems to want to take
Darkness rules
And follows the fools
Follows
And wallows
In self pity
Ruled by those word witty
Who knows what to believe
Looking for anything to relieve
Gone is the light
What is right
When madness rules
Blindness is just a tool
Believed in by the fool
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