Flip through the pages of years To try to find perseverance In a wholesome being But only finding sorrow In the reminiscing Of “better days” And knowing That truth can only slip Through the pits Of your lies
Interchanged feelings Of love and hate Life and death Ones own questionable sanity Causes us the havoc Of our main demolition Do we destroy ourselves? Or do we watch others die? Either way We will always seem to fail
Hormones, drugs, explicit messaging Are all excuses-not reasons For why children become insufferable Is it not simply That some people Are just bad people? Does the media really provoke it? We intimidate others Around us to be formed Into ego-maniacal analysts
But let’s look back Were there children Doing the same 10 scores ago? Was the world not created On accident? Lords tormented and beaten? Should we throw Away the cross? No one can tell us to But those who try, We always listen to them
Let us not be hypocrites Or simply contradict Our own being Let us make Our own judgment Can we rely on a book To give us all the answers Or a group of philosophers To tell us why we are here And what our purpose is
For some, they can But we shall make Our own judgment On the purity of existence Shall we sit and pray? Or enjoy the fruits of life? All will retaliate and become clear When the end obliterates you But until then, I make my own judgment, I live my own life.
Spade6sic6 · Fri Jul 27, 2007 @ 11:41pm · 1 Comments |