I found a topic silly to host,
But, then I often hear one boast,
Zodiacs rule even the ghost.
By dangling rich in diamonds and sapphire,
Or by pettiness of the poor vampire,
Ruling ways where rich and poor transpire.
Behind every rude word and treason,
Then suddenly we hit the walls of a garrison,
Zodiacs! It is the root behind all season.
In fat, thick books well folded,
Written by masters and seers moulded,
By the universe, sans sin atoned.
We read all tricks and learn a suggestion,
Then we judge, with all objection and dejection,
All points, phrases worthy of rejection.
Is men not made of a soul in the core,
How can zodiacs alone rule men’s door?
How can they suffice men’s sore?
Why is it only needed to create a hype?
Men do crimes and good in this life.
Men fail and succeed in their strife.
Something to laugh at, a pinch of jazz,
But not enough to simply toss,
A coin in air for the floss.
If men do bad they do falling below the greatness,
If men are kind and just, it shows their humbleness,
If men are wise, it shows their goodness.
Learning them can bring back holy kingdom,
Causes, why men don’t learn freedom,
Is hidden within the demon of Eden.
People would struggle less with the flame 🔥
No one would make a witch of a dame,
The decay would then no longer be a shame.
It is simply another way to divide and rule,
Turning your mind to a meagre mule.