We all have our vices;
Some poison potions we prefer over
Clarity;
Whether of heart or mind no difference.
For in each there lies a fine balance between temporary bliss
And destruction.
We all have our vices;
Some poison potions we prefer over
Clarity;
Whether of heart or mind no difference.
For in each there lies a fine balance between temporary bliss
And destruction.
There are those master manipulators
Hellbent on planting seeds of destruction,
They
Will convince you to help water and sow
The garden as well;
Smiling all the while.
Be wary the mouths who claim they can
Save the world;
Self proclaimed heroes with
The smell of lies and smoke still on their breath.
Look behind them;
Left there in their wake
Lie
Fires and destruction
Started in self righteousness.
Here,
They now present themselves
Remorseless.
Placed before you
Master tricksters,
Half truths and slight of mind.
He had to crawl out from the ashes
Of his own self destruction.
Do not tell him he is not
Strong.