"See what I see; see through my eyes.
Where your hell is, lies my paradise."
The one-eyed man is the king in the land of the blinds.
What are you waiting for? For the king to arrive?
He will come and save the world.
He will come and perish the drunks.
Drunks who are so high on lies.
Drunks who are blind but can see through their eyes.
They turn their backs to what they dislike.
They all dislike the truth,
those hopeless happy fools.
Say, who's more, more hopeless?
Those who accuse the truthful
of being devastated creatures?
Accuse them of being the source of
pessimistic negative force?
Or those who speak the truth
without having fears?
Write the truth without flattering, as they know
everything is just a show?
Say, who has given up on the world?
The grateful sinners or the thankless complainers?
Say, who is not the blind one?
The King will lead the way, we believe.
But what will we see through his eye?
Will he see the sufferings, hear the cries?
Or will he be oblivious,forgetful of the truth
as he stares into the sky?
Or will he be raged at the sufferers, throw them
in a pit and let them die?
The King will lead the blinds, we believe.
But what will he have in his mind?
What should we fear is the irony of fate.
The blinds are looking everywhere for the blinds.
They have eyesights, yet they can't see.
After all, they are the fruits of the same tree.
Once the king arrives
The minds of the fools, he will buy.
The greedy fools will sell their souls;
They will count their money and spit
in the needy's bowls
As they yell, "All hail, the King!
the most satisfied, commits no sin."
But in the end, birds of the same feather,
If foolish enough, stick together.
Once the king arrives,
The blinds will be happy as they devour lies.
Their stomachs will be wide as blorange
Yet, they won't donate an orange.
Once the king arrives,
The hopeless complainers will each close one eye,
The eye that sees beauty.
Feeling helpless will be their one and only duty.
These blinds will wish the best.
But through their journey, they will, indeed,
become thankless.
No one is helpless until they become hopeless.
No one is hateful until they feel loveless.
Nature will take revenge for it has suffered.
Hopelessness is the devil enjoying the drama from afar.
Nature will become chaotic for it has tolerated enough.
Hopelessness, until then, will play dolls using humans.
The earth is the dollhouse.
But the heart of a man? Castle of cards.
It will have fate and misfortune chase each other like cat and mouse.
Their roles will be exchanged, so the devil can get a good laugh.