One “ring” to rule them all, why should ever, a potent soul feel so desperately small?
Why should a man ever, be willing to be governed by anyone, sounds very degrading to me…
Played like the helpless leaf on a strong wind, eternally cursed and too blinded to see? Always running downhill and then up, like a well-trained pup?
When will you finally have enough…why your path must be so self-genocidal and so unpleasantly rough?
I am nobody posse…I walk my, own road even in the forest full of scary shadows.
I will find my, own green meadow, even if the darkness falls
Warrior is never just accepted in the sacred halls, find your balls!
Vote, why should humanity ever touch that dirty and highly unpleasant note?
Voting for your, own doom, before the gates of heaven
It must be, awesome and really, pleasant…
Hunter and his hunted, insane glowing peasant
Roaring lion and scared, delusional Pheasant
I guess:“ Eyes without a face, Got no human grace”
Why put your faith in a cold chisel and hard, hitting mace?
Why live in the totalitarian, utopian disgrace
How about the story about better-suited romance?
Find your honor,
find,
your beautiful Face!
I am not talking about total anarchy and the nonexistence of any form of oral or written law. I am talking about higher, esoteric laws, about responsibility for self and others around you, humans and animals alike…
Simbiotic life with nature, not grave assault or her senses, day after day, night after night.
Viktor Schauberger – Comprehend and Copy Nature