We have been cursed with free will
So there will never be a balance
Love will never supersede hate
More reason the rich will always be few
More reason hunger has lived long
The poor always the majority
There will never be equality
Only more of greed and fear of death
Talk of deceit or fear over love
We strive hard to reach our goals
Our goals strive hard to stay far
Truth from a nation of stagnation
Words from the product of a failed system
As always time creeps in
As always time has no patience
If the goal is not lust over vanity
Then time will be a blessing
And death a means to an end
The Third Eye 