Pure darkness above the trail
by the end where there is shame
down the bridge where people fail
but then who is to blame?
The herd will make seamless paths
underneath a field of dust
to hide their own wrath
neither of them knows who to trust.
Stuck in their own pile
who will go and who will stay
some will say they’re vile
but there are those who have their own say.
Trapped in an earthly shell
where the curious will open and break free
it’s part of their dwell
some of them will make a plea.