Everybody is sold
and im left alone
they sing they dance
without a care full of luminous glow
they doubt but they swere
never have they known
what tis like to be out of fear
they leave those aside who ve not yet known
they lift no finger unto the things they pretentiously show
they fight n linger, they compose and render
Oh,and thoughts of submission and surrender!?
they wouldnt want to know, to feel, or to be pure
their pretentious virtues, a very healing cure

Everybody is sold
and i m left alone
but they laugh at others faces
who very thoughtfully care
of humanity and anonmity.
selfless deeds find no abode
they notice but let these go
as is with a beggar who pleads to fill his stomach
as is with a merchant who begs till he savours apecie penny
they creep in their spiritual existence
confronting satisfaction uncanny
so not aware of how such brittle emptiness dies
just not aware of how it horrifies
but they hurt, it hurts to them who live w/o the fear of divinity
and they ll die countless times
if death doesnt come trippingly