Wisdom
we scintillate like cedar stonesin plasma veil as ancient onesin cold war years you were my fearsbut just to gain the power to reign.
Satan's blood in our veinsthe pig faced mud will be slainbut no one dies when black seas dryand no one kill. forever this will.
Our wisdom benow you're askingwhat are you living forno sense of life,
And none afterwardswhat I call wisdom is a flowerthat can seldom be foundbut not in illusions
You only use to finda way out