What do you do with a system that's broken?
Beyond repair, a true hell's token.
One that: Ridicules your morals,
Takes a jibe at your tenets.
Makes your very soul quiver as you scream for a prophet.
Is the war worth waging if the cause is true,
Or do you give up when your comrades plot against you?
Whose colours alter like a shimmering butterfly in sunlight,
Hoping to tear down the castles you've built,
Brick by brick,
Simply because their insubstantial minds bear only tricks.
Is it still God's work if you claimed to be his most faithful follower,
But never served anyone but yourself?
Should you be saving lives if you've never respected them,
Never valued another because your mind was locked out,
Hence never caught up with the century's worldly ways.
When your screams are lost in echoes of sheer stupidity,
When inadequacy is louder merely since it attracts more egocentric,
Do you let yourself be chewed and beaten and spit out?
Even if it means the system won,
And you lost not only the battles but,
Your truest self, your ideologies and your own mind in the process.
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Unfinished Paintings
PoetryA collection of my prose, poetry and epiphanies over the past couple of years. I've always loved writing and composing, but I'd never assumed anything I wrote was worth being read by anyone but myself. Writing has always been a way for my mind to co...
