Life is so complicated,
with trials and tribulations.
We live in a population
sedated with medication
And tasteless opinions
without a basis,
Pay attention,
what are you thinking
When contemplating what is at stake?

We are murdering Mother Nature!
We are serving the undertaker!
Open your brain up;  meet with your maker.

You may say that we are forsaken,
how could we possibly,
in our right minds,
consciously do this?

Burning bridges between ourselves,
Turned existence into our hell,
We are witness to this destruction.
Absent minded to the corruption
That's occurring yes it is something
That's stirring in us; it is numbing.

We lust for what is disgusting,
Yet no one's out here discussing
The evil that has been busting
Through our doors,
its got me buzzing
and yearning for something more

Than what is such a destructive
nature that is burning within my core.

It seems impossible.

Oh, temptation is such a force
To be reckoned with
and of course
I'm no lesser than my connection
That's directly tied to the source
Of perfection- with no question,
Yes always, I will endorse
Every message that determines
to flow fluently through the coarse,
Of my veins.

I've been assigned a picture that I know is my job to paint.
I'll persistently stroke this brush against the canvas
Until my bruised and busted up fingers think:
that my hand cannot handle anymore of this throbbing pain.

Even then, I will persist with my willpower
And strength,
Until nothing but peace on this earth is all that's left to remain.