Not for sight, to be heard or sung
Nor to hid beneath candles light.
I care not for your thoughts on my words that caught
Your desperate woe and worthless avowal.
My salvation appears to thieve your wrongs
But it is just your idealism you drown in.
I speak of a truth, a law, a way, a love,
The ones you claim god who lurk above.
I offer no more than heated hands
Pressed against the chest of followers.
Laughing at all who beg for highs
Seeing their past and present through their eyes.
And I tell them,
I love telling them.
So the answer to your question is easy to say
Although to say would be against my ways
And you would not understand.
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