THE REPLICA OF THE SANCTIFIED SCAPEGOAT

We all have known,
The divine and the divide,
It is just an excuse to hide,
The mistakes of the fraudulent curiosity,

He who laughs first sighs last,
We are all prisoners of the bemired geek,
Protecting his innocence by pretending meek,

By the froth and the tenacious insanity,
Who would like to escape?
The darkness side of the ridicule side of his,
To the mild and the soft hearted faux pas?

Could they be?
Do they understand?
Who are they?
Who are they?

When the war babies,
Crying merciless from the savageness of war,
When we had forgotten,
The war is not over,

Save our breath to respire,
So that we’ll forget all the desire,
That trapped us between the borders of fire,
When the border was melt by conspire,

We have been told,
To be gathered for the special feast,
However, they poisoned us,
With the assiduous weed and the lethargic rice,

Let us slaughter the scapegoat,
For we are already been told about the commemoration,
And the spoon of live is provided us all,
To scoop up all the left-over of the plundered life,

Did we suffer?
For whom does this scapegoat been slaughtered for?
We are euphoric about it,
We did not venerate for those who have been taught to run,

So be it,
He is hiding and I am running,
Why must I ran And why must he hide?
The dance of solemn is soaking the roots of dignity,

For now,
I must have or not been encountered,
With the warriors of rectitude,
Who saved my life and vigor?

He who has lasted the war,
Will be killed eventually,

When we are gathered here,
Should we wait?
Alternatively,
Are we rushing to catch the dignified waft?
Take us under the below body of knowledge,
Run, laugh, Run, laugh, Run, laugh,

He is jesting,
When they supposed to make him chortle,
He is cranking the well of domination,
And he did survive,

As for us,
We are brought here today,
To remember the fallen soul,
That was once secured by the spinning cycle of life,

Let us rise and kill the scapegoat,
For what he has done a lot,
Making to roads becomes three,
Fissured two minds become sequester..

¬-1997-