There you go, once again, rushing off to make a blunder,
Only if you knew, anything at all.
No, you’d rather steer close to religion,
That’ll do you well, you mindless Neanderthal.
And yet it is I who feels this fluster,
Though it is they who haven’t a wonder,
Of truth and this and that and this,
A Holy Book remains amiss,
Not I, the wicked sinner,
I’ve got my own judge to contemplate,
He’d call me a winner.
So do not be so kind now,
I see the trick of your trade,
Keep your God-forsaken charity,
I won’t be caught in your charade,
Just yesterday you spent away
the commerce you had earned,
On all the vanities and vices
you swore would have me burned!
Brilliant, very well said my brother.
thanks firas, your opinion is highly valued bro.
Well said. Thanks.
Reminds me of wolves in sheepskins leading fools into illusion.
the pleasure is mine, really. i like to think of it as a a herd of dictators trying to preach democracy.