The Chosen Guidance

Vision shrouded by the many lies of contented men
Glorified many scenarios of luck giving praise to Zen
But don’t you see the atrocity the malfunctioned lives
That were affected by the lies told in tales of old wives
The frail form of function to injunction the attractions
That were placed on conceptions formed by contraptions
That were created by men yet told as if made by Gods
Yet one day they will all crumble on weather worn sods
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Still the man believes benefactors will guide his ways
He sways yet believes the Gods will cut through the haze
The metallic sheen of a lacklustre tin tinted heart
Ticks away and never displaces the view on the worldly art
Never understood therefore, he ridiculed the theory of fate
He aggravated the beliefs on faith and thought of no blissful state
So when God took vengeance and unlatched the avenger of deaths
The first to die were the men who challenged God in all their breaths
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They were guided by the technological Gods of machines
Never understood the mythical fogs only believed in neon beams