The unknown stranger

I know you somewhereWeren’t you there by the riverside? Calling your mom and dad to the fight? Didn’t you know that it was not a possibility because it was a probability that the war for divinity would not cope with simplicity. Taking a stroll improves your dignity. Yet you raced for immunity Your necessity makes it a reality And proves your greed. Eventually you distorted your reputation Look you have become a pauper. Holy Sin enticed you Muttering and mumbling raged you the fire burnt you and you faded away to black.