A wide open window yet with everlasting blinds, a faint trace of light locked in the veiled mind,
Darkness dances with dirt lost in time, whilst regrets bathe clean hopeful thoughts for the divine.
Those secrets locked behind private lips, avoiding purest notions of demonic decline,
Close doors hide truths, confused lives cannot yet define.
Yet empowered is the one who will rise amongst the rest, clothed in the armor of pride not stressed,
By opinions of others who tare self-esteem with their edges of jest, sharpen by what they think is best.
Because at the end of this path is a golden crest, if one soldier cannot but chance the quest,
To bring secrets of some to the front of the nest, and face suicidal assaults with just merely a vest.
For this world has jewels in hands of fools, with closed minds too focused on olden rules,
Equipped with religious tools and social pools, one would not splash within for fear of ghouls.
That tell them designs birthed in the past, when vestiges of bones breathed life not gas,
Will we ever be free from that religious mask, that hides behind untouchable glass?
Monopolizing the principles of nations and countries, throughout loved ones and friends,
Who live by deified customs, engraved deep in women and men?
Panicking innocent citizens, who just want to be free again?
And not be judged by their poverty or sexuality, nor the color of their skin…