There are thoughts in my mind
A wave of deep clouded sea
Gushing out to be hard
I pick them one at a time
Sweat or bitter cleaning out the dirt
Trashing the negative vibes
That try to seduce sanctity
Seated beneath the hills of Zuru
Reminiscing the hazy lust
That has turned hearts towards madness
Unable to distinguish between betrayal and loyal
It is evil seated in a speechless action
The lion asleep while the butcher slays
There may be a way out!
When the lion wakes.