No more questions, no more debate
Rationale has ceased to exist, a madman at the gate
Reading of it is useless, speaking of it is a waste
A perspective, an unconquerable state
Mountains are crumbling, skies have been dealt the same fate
The wingless are soaring, the imprisoned have escaped
What do I live off?
What is it that I taste?
A plateful, of unshakable faith…
-The Drenched Poet
