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