The wicked hearts of men
are quick to bring destruction,
and following close behind, heartache.
We take what we will
and fight for unseen reasons.
We are mindless, stupid fools,
who fail to accept the truth
which is plainly set before us.
Seldom do we offer our other cheek
but attack without being provoked.
Chaos surrounds us
while peace is merely imagination;
a notion, an ideal we only pretend to strive for.
Death is to be feared
but to those pure in heart
it is welcomed.
Fear not, my friend,
while the act of death is inevitable
it does not truly become us
for the spirit is immortal.
Take heed to these words
and choose your own fate.
