So much time has passed
What were my reasons?
What were my intentions?
For so long I dread my mind...very selective?
Knowledge used to be such a blessing,
Very much that thought has not stayed
Oh! such immoral deeds,
I take death by its needs,
Under the knife,
These corps do lie,
I make life,
From that which passes by...?
Am I god by its own sake?
I created what i did...it lives it breathes
No control...some creator...
From evil I do begot...
A man of no spiritual thought
Looking up high...what goal have I accomplished?
From where my heart I once grew,
Where is the knowlege that I once knew,
I changed in a way so disturbing,
I know not anymore...