He knew not lies br They saw in his eyes, br that truth would kill his fears br So they filled his ears br till he collapsed, br and lived in tears br br He knew not vice br they turned him cold as ice br and he melted br as the heat rose br no shape, no form br like water he flows br br He knew not greed br They planted the seeds br and like vines they grew br around his neck br the higher he flew br he found his deathbr br Harshan Pathmanadanbr br