Timong Lightbringer: To the People of Now [poetry]

And will you ever understand that there is but one Upper Hand,

The hand of god, not mere men, and will it all be over then..?

But will you ever come to peace? And will you stop the other's tease?

And will you ever think of others as if they were your own brothers?

And will you find the satisfaction belonging to yourself, not faction?

And will you thus become the Man, so it can all be over then?

Just one thing might be said as right - it will be done by men of mind.

But dreams are crumbled to the dust

And being blown by wind’s gust,

And you begin to see yourself alone

In wild world, which used to be called "home".

No more goodness, help and caretaking,

For here starts your new way of life making,

Where you will be the only real god,

Where every other will be like a toad,

Where you will have the right to judge and blame,

Where you will never feel the shame,

Where you’ll be free of moral bounds,

Where you can easily cause wounds,

Where you can state what's good and bad

And thus decide if one is mad,

And help them shake the spirit grounds,

And teach them how to inflict wounds,

And make them almost just the same

So they will never feel the shame.

You’ll be set free, you'll be the god

And every other is a toad,

Just one thing must be done at last...

You have to crumble dreams to dust.