I walk through a valley of discontent.
You walk a road paved in gold and silver,
conjugating words to say but let slip nothing you meant.
My road is filled with demons that make titans quiver.
Your's is nothing more than trees trapped in a gilded age,
laid out to subdue the weak of mind and heart
You blindly walk as if entranced by the sage.
You taste the fruit but it is **** ,
you touch flower to nose but smell absence,
you gaze upon the sun but your eyes do not burn.
My road smells of blood, sweat and devotion such a sweet fragrance.
And if our roads are ever to intertwine, stop and listen to the world turn.
Only then will you see this road for what it is truly,
so wise up and smell the roses, or the weight of deceit you'll feel heavily