The spirit of all who lived before me
The reincarnation of thought renewed
A compressed energy of agony
The memory of theft is not tattooed
Screaming voices creating songs of doubt
For the age of acknowledgement we yearn
Melody of death the harmonious drought
We learn to forget and forget to learn
Simplify the complex journey of man
Is facing death a show of bravery?
One who thinks possesses a lot of tears
If I must submit why do it blindly?
Remembrance is key to realise
Realisation, door to open eyes.