Blindfolded Statue

Curiosities are just like a deep oceans that cannot be swim
Beliefs are no longer existing because of trashes of documents
Book turns its pages as the events used to change

A blind folded statue who lives nothing but clues
words that washed the truth of honors and loyalties went into nothing
Crack has been done inside of the precious pearl
Take the consequences of the statue of the highest master
Blood sweat and tears are the crosses
Fellowmen carries air for the last view
Shout for power as it wing the throne of the matter

Statues are there with knowledge of mistakes
Devils and angels whispers the truth and untruth
Ears are to hear and eyes are to see
The two gates are open of your choice of belief
                                                                                                                   By: Nikkie A. Canlas