War Of The Worlds

[Mr. J]

I awoke. To a burst of laughter in a eruption of pain
born into a world where only corruption can gain
I can only observe, there is nothing to say...
this prison, these walls built off of dysfunctional praise
a future that is presently adjusting to fate...
foundation is tested, bridges burned over crushing debates
pride fed by ideas that are still stuck in a phase
a rage that I fear only seduction can tame
under the bosom, where all my conundrums remain
if only her eyes told more with her illustrious gaze
maybe 'life' would make sense, something can change
or nothing...these are all just assumptions I make
her heart held by an imagination that's running away
...behind them now. Their greed & happiness
what a twisted world that we weaved extravagant
even a fresh outlook couldn't lean the adamant
hard to tell whose 'who' all of our dreams are elaborate
'Hope' it's only a curse, our diseased amulet..
treasured deep & buried in a completed labyrinth
if they dug any further, they could feed the ravenous
but they won't..it can only lead to damages
truth comes to light upon a repeated analysis
in a moment, stolen, laugh or feel compassionate
it makes no difference, to see is to believe..
& I don't believe half of it...
smoke & mirrors, distractions, weak, inaccurate..
the weight of the world, Lady Libra balances
behind them now...is their greed & happiness
I awoke, to a burst of laughter & my eruption of pain
born into a world where only corruption can gain
a rage...I fear that only seduction can tame...
I can only observe...there is nothing to say


















scrapped Martyr verse *revised & rehashed*