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Open Your Eyes


Why is this worldy life in such a state?

Full of uncertainty followed by death.

What can be mans eternal fate, 

After exhaling that one final breath?

I do not claim to know what it can be,

Yet I detest those who vocally do.

When they yell and preach this life they don't see,

And good messages scarcely make it through.

In this life man should always act upon,

Thoses ways with humane and moral teachings.

But never should false rituals he don,

Or trust in fictitious ancient preachings.

In life man must open his eyes to see.

Clasped hands and closed eyes make a fool of thee. 

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