when you sell your conscious for a profit
what do you gain
you've lost it
when the money is all gone
you won't be able to right your wrongs
I sit behind a computer screen trying to compute all that remains unseen
how can it be
our one and only home is dying
children throughout the world are crying
politicians stay lying
I'll never stop trying to make sense of it all
we're heaven sent but bound to fall
we mismanage nature yet act like grand creators
most would label me as a hater but I'm just trying to be my own savior
in a world full of deception
you have to put everything to the test and
I guess knowledge is a blessing but this new world view has me stressing
introspective
trying to find the meaning in every lesson
because there's always something to be learned
another bridge to burn as the planet takes a turn
I conceal my concern as to not stir up a riot
not like the people would buy it
these thoughts I cannot quiet
how do you expect me to remain silent when the world remains violent
unlearn everything you thought you knew
I urge you to try it
I had to wander from the path and never look back
your counterfeit reality is bound to crack
conspiracy theorists were on the right track when they said 9/11 was an inside attack
the true battle is not over oil or gold though
it's over your god-forsaken soul
which side are you on
where will you go
to be continued
the story unfolds

This land that's never set her eyes on war
Never tasted the blood of soldiers
But oh how she has tasted blood
Never tasted salty tears of genocide
But oh how she's tasted tears
Never hungered with her children's famine
But oh how she's hungered
Never brought to her knees with hopeless prayers
But oh how she has prayed
Never lived in constant terror
But oh how she has feared
The innocence that once rest like a quilt on frail shoulders
Ripped away to bear the fierce cold
Comfort, so taken for granted
Will be a beacon of what we'll miss
When all is lost

Peace is a weapon
against the smallness of self
that excuses war.

Peace is the sharp blade
pruning the olive branches,
never drawing blood

Peace is soothing balm
for quarrel and division
instilled by zealots;

Peace is the watch-word
that makes soldiers deserters
of lower causes.

Peace desires itself,
making no root in travail
for other peoples;

Peace says, "Don't enlist
to be a pawn in the games
of elite slavers."

Peace has no Colonels,
Lieutenants, or Generals:
merely the faithful.

Peace is the Only.
No other weapon shall do
against each other.