not recognising what's been there relayed.
in accordance with a time that's edge is frayed.
now thinly spilled courage in veins of light.
terrified of even the dark white knight.
even a saint must have recourse to ponder.
some I fear believing it still has wonder.
pulling down the best of symbolic man.
stealing misguided people while they can.
then a faker called god must stand accused.
a thousand of those he's wholly abused.
non can stand the truest of mans test.
content, no need to crave unique or best.
Are we really doing so well, or are we conditioned to beleive so.