When you learn what life wants you to be,
You will see that I live in quiet blasphemy
in concert with internal disharmony.
When I sleep I feel I can see all eternity
From beginning to end looming all before me.
I have that same old feeling returning.
Burning alive for what I feel is right,
I don't know if I should put up a fight.
My eyes have become devoid of that inner light,
I have become wrapped in an unremarkable night.
My soul is bleeding and my heart is blazing
as I question, "Just what are we praising?"
Consumed by indifferent lust in a society that is unjust,
I feel my rising hatred calling to have it's hunger sated.
While Mother Earth is crying, I feel I lay here sighing
in sacrificial contempt as my anger is finally spent.
