On Knees Believing They Are Blessed

Doing everything possible, To defame those who are right. Has left them surrounded in darkness. And although the nights are peaceful... Folks are disturbed in mind. Tossing and turning... Without sleep, And they can not keep... Closed eyes shut tight. There is a peeking done in fear. Seeking every reason, To see themselves as best! To see themselves as perfect, And right is their only quest! They are now running away, From a truth that chases. Feeling empty without rest... They wish to label their hollow victories. With a hope that decadence, Will keep those blind that are left behind. Those on knees and believing they are blessed.