To Fine the Truth

As I stand on the hill of enlightenment, My eyes showered with the sadness of humanity, I see the pain cast down from that which has pointed himself, He casts a power that is with approach, Thou humanity fights with the fear of damnation, The struggles with their souls are relentless, All the time he basks in the joy of the fear of the unknown, He segregates man from women and children are absolute, He strikes down all that oppose him with no mercy, Using the mislead like puppets believing all the wile there just, His superposition is unrevealing to humanity’s cries for help, But as I fall to my knee’s perfused in my unending sorrow, I see a ray of light shining up from his darkness, I can’t help but to wonder if this is just another one of his tricks. But just then I feel a warm touch on my shoulder, The relief that I am not alone any more is over whelming, I turn to see there are so many who have seen the light, We stand to say and to proclaim, No more shall we bow down to you and your true darkness, No more will humanity be fooled with your lies, No more will your pain of segregation continual, We are free and so shall we free others in time. Leave us and return here no more.