The accomplishing hands
Or the devising mind?
Whom shall be laid the blame on?

Sly mind
Preaches
Recruits
Willing hands
Faithfully
Execute

Thousands of questions
Always have the same answer
Hands get the sop
And mind snatches the essence

Obdurate obeisance
Inherited blight upon men existence
Hands get another morsel
And blear its own sight

Impending revolving glimpse
Mirage of revealing glеam
When I open the door of truth
Thе one of time closes

The stronger the awareness becomes
The more the speech withdraws

One question
Has thousands of answers
Solution spurned
Self feeding snarl

From the windows I can only hear
The swarming crowd
From the windows I can only see
Dismayed, bewildered eyes
From the windows I can only see
The unprecedented loss
From the windows I can only see
Caravans driven by

Thousands of disorientated Godot

Human interface to no god
Human interface to no god

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