The unknown

When it came, the days of numbers
Where soul were washed in fit of tiny gestures
Where value was more than wants
There came the tales of old
Saying eat me like those greedy stomach,
Eat me like you did to the self righteous
Eat me to relief yourself

Never again shall I look without seeing
Never again shall I listen to cats and dogs tales
In the beginning I've seen it all,
Where men were the cannibal of themselves
Letting the tears fall cause of fear of the unknown
But we are the unknown

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