we fight destiny
to settle is surrender
in a world
so dastardly demanding
of unhappy beings
and unsatisfied egos
we stir the pot
filled with liquefied
dreams and desires
until a rolling boil
seasoned to taste
with hopes and tears
we mash the fruit
of a spoiled generation
filled with juices
rotten from the inside
and poisoned from the soil
which cultivates them
we sleep soundly
from the fight
waging war daily
against the inane
against the insane
against the immoral
against the tyrannical
against the hateful
against the profane
against the hypocritical
against the unfeeling
against all who
fight against mankind
Comments (2)
Chris? You there?
Not much like you, that's all.
Posted by Veda | July 29, 2005 8:07 AM
Posted on July 29, 2005 08:07
really? why?
Posted by chrisdaines | July 29, 2005 10:59 AM
Posted on July 29, 2005 10:59