they will never understand
they admit to they know not
how to open the book
they confess to they are not
allowed to open the book
they surrender, they will never
figure out how to open the book
what pulses deep within
the leather bound cover
the searing light burning
within each timeless page
that severs the connections
of what one was before
with what one becomes after
the flickering knowledge
that engulfs the very spirit
igniting the reader's thirst
for more and more and...
just can't be ignored the
search through the tomes
the biggest bite one can take
of that ever juicy forbidden fruit
all the scribes have penned
their blood in the streams of ink
each written word a scratch
upon wisdom's prison cell
where other saviors have failed
and apostles have missed the boat
it's the written memory, rapping
on everyone's inner door
dare to lift the dusty cover
dare to let it come in?
