The Blind

Death to those who cannot see.

Life is not a fearful dream.

Theirs is chaos,

Theirs catastrophe.

The truths of life they cannot see.

 

They are those that dream sad dreams.

The bearers of false miseries.

Theirs is weeping.

Thiers is grief.

Inciting fear wherever they've been.

 

Life to those of logical sight.

Those who see truth's guiding light.

Theirs is song,

Theirs is life.

These consider the future bright.

 

Life was meant for happy days.

Taste life's meat in many ways.

So carry yoursef on golden trays,

And forget ye the blind man's ways.

Life to those who truly see.

 

Death I say to bad dreams.

Worry will tear at all your seams,

And ruin happy sanity,

Leave you without dreams of joy

Take from you your common sense

leaving you degenerate.