Fragile minds and weary eyes. Bedeviled, blind
He remains leery that binds he's bound to
Will be tantamount to a nail in the coffin
These visions fill his thoughts often.
Seen daily. Asking self, "Hey maybe,
We'll not dwell on the negative today"
"Negative", self says, We're helpless
Held within a prison built with
Bars surrounding your psyche
All you are. Your weak, your strong
Your meek, your mighty
The rights and wrongs you've decided upon
The cross which you'll ultimately die upon
The moment you decided whose side you're on
The lines drawn, factions divided the dawn after
These are times of mental warfare
All you seek is laughter
Pain is what is in store here!
Peace, for which you beesech has grown a cancer
And it's only a matter of time....