This world is held together by strings, Strings of Malevolence and Malice, These Strings bear much weight upon the world, The pain, The misery, It seems unbounded, This giving so much power to such trivial things. The strings go unnoticed, Never a passing thought, The strings hold power among mortals, Feeling that there is no way to break free of them, Below the endless chasms of the mind there is a thought, A thought of sanctified power, This is what can destroy the strings of control, A theory of world peace, A idea beyond any other.