wisdom

we scintillate like cedar stones, in plasma veil as ancient ones, in cold war years you were my fears, but just to gain the power to reign, satan's blood in our veins, the pigfaced mud will be slayn, but noone dies when blackseas dry, and none kill, forever this will, our wisdom be, now you're asking, what are you living for, no sense of life, and none afterwards, what i call wisdom is a flower, that can seldom be found, but not in illusions, you only use to find, a way out