In a guttural sense, we blunder through.
Heedless of the guidelines ingrained by a resounding Voice
Set so long ago that to counter would be cruel.
Deformed, the meaning of good
We have lost all sense of meaning.
We have lost all sense of meaning.
We know not the cruelty,
We hear not
We see not
And weave in mindlessly with inward ears and eyes.
So often we follow our hearts for what we feel is right.
But I say
Our hearts need to be led,
For they are easily deceived.
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