Kindness is wrong,
hopefulness is wrong.
Now what do you think of me?
An eruptive activist?
With ideas,
that will never go as far,
as a blind bloke.
Or do you take me as a sadistic dreamer?
Whose anger,
floods from her own plights.
It’s quite wonderful,
How you kill one’s self esteem.
We all day by day,
pounce,
on flocks of sheep.
They would represent dreams.
That will never come true.
The truth will set you free,
free from sanity.
I have spoken the truth,
always and forever more.
Say goodbye to your mind.
I already have.
