Just how blessed are the meek?
Downtrodden for being weak,
They will never find the truth they seek
While sleepwalking in their sleep,
Living life in illusory
Buying into the system dream,
Never question that which does not fit,
There is light within them but it is never lit
And though they were given precious life
They have decided not to live it
And this is such a waste, a crime
To althoughs who do and yet still die.
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