You don’t see what I am seeing
You don’t hear what I am hearing
Your imagination is keeping you,
at the place where you are living.
They decide what you express
It is done exactly how they want
But their independence is limited
They can punish but cannot teach
God of this era is a freak.
How they are using you,
Sometimes they let me see.
He takes what you should be granted
He is being hidden from you by them
And they are also hidden
Your freedom of choice is created
Only they know you are a human
Others scowl at you with suspicion
Liberty exists but as an exception
The sham becomes a disposable one
Extend the ring of freedom.
Evidences are worthless to the divine
Don’t let the voices shroud your mind.
The Kayle to Arindharans(from THE TOOLSHED 1)