Purgatory
The blades of animosity
Rip through my very essence
Of self-assured atrocity
And hellish omnipresence
Mere figments of imagination
Fill my so demented soul
Whose hatred alone defies explanation
And leaves me feeling less than whole
They learn their way to instant reception
Worming beneath life's ebb and flow
Weaving a web of honest deception:
Seeds of evil, by evil hands they sow
Principles and morals now are abolished
Toppling tenacity holds but the dike
Apples of sinful sensations are polished
Contadictions lie dormant; ready to strike
If I could have stopped the hands of fate
Released the blockade in my mind
Of unprecedented pride and incessant hate
I could have surely saved my kind
But I, like the others, closed my eyes
To all the things I could not see
So when I stare at each disguise,
what I see staring back is me
The blades of animosity are surely double-edged
So all to life's atrocities;
Our hearts and souls of our own demise
Are now gaping holes in the thin disguise
And to death's only life we are pledged
