Time.
Find me then
The recorded future
The exalted stature
Figures which depict
Does it even exist?
The truth is
That the right choice
Is not a constant
The world changes
Every instant
The myth is
That we believe
Try and deceive
A God that can very well see
That I don’t even believe in me
The saint said
Mistakes are sins
But sins are mistaken
By sinners who think
That we cannot think
I write again
Without reasoning
Start slow poisoning
Lies I cried!
The testament lied
And well
Time goads
This mind to forget
Love that erodes
And becomes regret
Since time immemorial
Till the very last day
We all were and are still
Searching for the right way.
For there is still time
To change and mislead
To question and disobey
To find a creed
Besides the astray