If you knew the disaster, you struck
The universe dictated
From scanty eyes
Troubling souls
Walking frighten of losing
Non-profit gain
Throwing reserves across other
Wrongs according to law
While holding yourself
With white dusting
Which everyone knows
Giving you no respect
While you believing
A perfect leader
Sniffling red face parchment
Skin giving you away
Understand the punishment rendered
Reflecting your soul more than any other
Stop though
Your vision obscures the touch of pain
You throw everywhere
Deeply into blessing