a question comes out of the ocean
with the storm blackened sky rains down as dogs and cats
a sharp spear is what it looks like
scary, powerful and eternal
the surprised audience forget to witness
the birth of the thousand answers along with the parting sea
these thousand answer lie there in the world
in mountains, in caves, in ocean and in plain sight likewise
some see the answer two and other see the answer three-seventyfour
and they have found the answer to the question as it were
the story doesn’t end there, it just only began
the battles of the ‘one-true’ answer is just about to begin
the bombs explode and the bullets are on the eye
the smell is pungent, that’s all they said
its weird how bones still hold when the flesh has gone
but it all is just ruthless orgy of the foolish crowd
they all die the war of ‘the-one’
on the ground they lay in pools of blood indifferent from that of pigs or cows
the world is lost and death is all it reeks of
the one thing that still stands is the question, motherfucker’s tall.