Is it trust? Or is it pain?
Belief or a chain?
Is there anything to gain?

Those words flicker,
As sadness gets thicker,
And loss comes quicker...

Yet hope remains still,
High atop an empty hill,
With paper and quill.

It rewrites your fate...
But is it now too late?

The strain of survival in its most righteous form
Fighting arrogance through a repetitive storm

Day in and day out I pled guilty to incompetence
Bowing to the man who wears a crown of dominance

Seen through his lens of ineffectual views
Is the man of abhorrence yet to pay his dues

The roars of demise are seen as sweet
To the man who is begging for rigorous defeat

The man screams and he shouts for an endless battle
While I stand from afar seeing him beat from his cattle

The man seeks for loyalty in all the wrong places
True colors can't be veiled behind multiple faces

**Weakened with regret of abusing all his peers
He is forever lost in his home made of tears

-Joseph B Schneider