Redemption

I have often heard of stories
for ancient ruins and tombs
where the bones of my fathers lay
and their crows above still fly

I have often wrote of stories
for tears and redemption
but no, not anymore
'cause there's no need for that

All you need
is something pathetic
to stand by and watch for
all you need is a baby
to caress and kiss and hold.

All you demand for
is words that touches hearts
but listen here woman
it's all the stories of a brat

When you get to hate
you'll know what you want for
when you get to be yourself
you'll know how to survive

And yes the prophets
were never accepted in their time
guess you will forget my words in time
guess you will regret my turmoil in life

Out of reason I have cursed
the birth of the newborn child
out of reason I have lived
the life you thought I have

But you have no idea
where I spend my night
But you have no idea
what blood tastes like

You got no brains people
to understand the colors
You got no eyes to think with
no instincts to be led from

All you got is just
a bunch of pathetic, touching stories
hoping for salvation
from somebody else's hand

But if you don't get
your face out of the shit
you'll never realize
that nobody wants to help you

Just a bunch of people
sucking blood from you to live
just a bunch of retarded sons
of a mother who never lived

So thrust your sword into the body of the night
and don't seek for answers you never could have had
because what the poet does is testing all of you
and if you think he's wrong, you can curse him one more time
for his death is near, his sickness is growing stronger
a million cells growing faster in the center of the brain
and when he's gone, you'll never know how or why
You'll never know

How..

or

Why..