The Learning.

The Learning.

What now is learned, cannot be unlearned.

The grips of understanding are the lack of man.

Turn myself over the other hand-and judge yourself

Lest ye be judged.

The forest is full of wild beast, and just like man,

Finds himself wandering cold and alone.

His head is carved from Tempest’s stone.

The wandering is not the time for anything,

And I have set to myself to fall into an abyss,

The abyss that is myself.

She who cannot think deep thoughts will never

Understand the goddess of divinity, or the purity

Of the notion that one can be born without rule.

The color of the mind bends, and darkness is quiet.

Without us, darkness cannot rule.

Do you understand that the doubt in your mind

Creates rule, without a lack of understanding?
Without a lack of passion?  The thought is forsakened

By man alone, and judging what he wants,

He shall be ruled by greed.

Greed is the ruler of the planet, the ruler of the lion.

He stalks his prey.  He is a wonderer, not a wanderer,

And bleeds like a goddess bleeds.

His heart is not his own.  He dwells somewhere,

Far away into the nothingness of doubt.