Diary Of Dreams

It's kind of strange how
You put the blame away from you.
I understand now
we were in danger of ourselves!
What is our flesh for,
if not to feel our mortal shell!
What is our soul for,
if not to know we never die!
I try to face now
what I did never understand
What are these words you speak
why are they all unknown to me?
Welcome to babylon
The traitors' homes of nower days
Come feel my terror