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Beyond understanding

Where anger flows

The thruth of our nature

lies hidden

Unreasonable questions burning our minds

About our future, about our past

Scratching the doors of knowledge

Searching the lost kingdom of piety

Through time and space

Looking for something that we never lost

In a grotesque feast

of self compassion.

Kneeling before

his own uselessness and fear

Blinded by his own anger and pride

Caressing his own poverty

Sinking in his own misery

Digging the grave of his last ilussion

Drowing in the sands of homesickness

Lies the lower man.

Creeping sloth devours

His worm eaten spirit

Takes him to the road to hell

Made of self indifference and wrath

Appeasing his frustration

in the hope of eternal life.

Always wondering why, never wondering how

Waiting for salvation

Seeking the thruth outside

Ignoring It lies, in eternal struggle

Lives the lower man.