When stuck between this and that
Just look to the middle
For the verity in a riddle
The simple task
Of which I ask
Is to think for yourself
Before that thought is put on a shelf
To gather dust from a dirt unjust
Only to burn from freedom spurned
The abyss of hate has never been great
And the great grow restless in the shadow of greed
While greed has yet to be freed.
The supremacy of being
The secret of sanctity
The value of validity.