Infection of reality stenches within my speech,
What breaks one, makes the other filthy rich,
To the quietness of tonight, I ask nothing more,
For it to remain there and carry on the same chore,
Vengeance is sought after as each drop lays silent,
Within the asylum of this time lay an army of soul,
To confess the sins they commit themselves,
For their crime is punishable by each stage of life,
When will the end of your life succumb you to this reality?
That you ask of nothing more but peace that is already lost,
In the midst of the forest, lives a species unknown,
Careful cycles now run what once was a free force,
My eyes tell of lies that you have said yourself,
And yours are too blurred to let you see someone else,
To confine within months, and years-
Is a tale of every being impregnated, not branded
Deeper meaning persist as the surface reveals more-
The tip of the iceberg is nothing more than an illusion,
What is the beneath the surface remains hidden always,
For the knowledge of many does not constitute the righteousness of one,
You tell me this knowing the answers will never change,
One in a million chances that I will remain renowned,
So sacrifice the bounty that is gladly received-
For when the end is just right, you must give up the fight
