He gives birth to blind men
Men of valour, men of courage
Men of infinite wisdom
She sows the seed of injustice
Oblivious bigotry within
Eating her way to the valley
He lights the match
The match of discovery
The match of enlightenment
unknowing of what lies ahead
bravely he forges into the fray
Wading in seas of hatred
she searches for crustaceans
prolonging her evil grasp
He stares into the looking gla**
stares and ponders
for nothing is reflected
Confused and perplexed
his journey now resumes
She eyes what she has gathered
understands them not
returns to her nest to feast
Why has his destiny led him here?
From whence has this calling come?
He stops to sleep
To sleep and to ponder.
She built her nest of twigs
Nature's debris and rubbish
She refuses to accept the truth
He cannot see the path ahead
The path ahead obscured
He continues anyway
Aided by the walking stick
The walking stick of righteousness
She embarks upon her meal
soon she consumes it all
Yet the hunger remains within
He stumbles upon a villa
built upon a river bed
He is offered shelter for the overnight
She never stops to think
of all the pain she inflicts
she continues to think only of herself
He refuses the hospitality
and travels for days nonstop
Soon he shall reach his final destination
The twigs remain, but that is all
she's resting now, in Hell
Her evil ways avenged
His stick left lying in the wood
resting in the darkened trail
He rests beneath the soil
His destiny complete