You think intelligence is your only power;
You think it it answers all questions.
You believe in hiding your bodies,
behind mechanized armors built of fear.
You believe in a certain type of intelligence,
That lets you manipulate the material world,
and yet even that is a mystery.
Let me ask you….
what have you accomplished?
What are your achievements?
Way of the warrior is a fantasy;
Way of the coward is practical.
Pathetic, as the excuse is that,
none has accomplished the feat.
Wars are for namesake;
dishonored excuse to find peace.
Peace is for losers,
who believes in monotony
I lie dormant within you ,
because you choose me to be.
Maybe a million men to come would do the same;
But if you are the first to believe in me,
then i shall teach you,
Of the power within.
And this power i assure you,
will be what decides the future.