As we travel

Moving forward

 

With few who care

 

Opisthion pulling out their hair

Realizing whose and what’s where

 

Lies and disguises to the end

 

Prayers may be answered

 

Stay prepared

A false sense of security

Many snares await

So, few escape

Don’t let others set your fate

 

Friend or foe

Can still respect each other

Thinking about what matters