Intellectual War

Awaken in the midst of a war Shaken by the catastrophe Forsaken by the Lord Sometimes it saddens me because we catch these bad dreams These fractured philosophies We are practicing immodesty Judging demographies, is this autonomy, or a theocracy? Tracking the rainbows path Reached the pot of gold And realized it was empty This whole journey for what? Sometimes it just gets me We are trapped in the flesh A head full of bad memories A heart that's been over-stretched A soul that has been immortalized, you could easily forget, a credit line of neglect and disrespect A spirit that has been tormented and drug through the woods And left to die silently, no one can hear his cries, no one could see his good No one understands him the way they should, He has these wings on his back and he wishes he could Extend them and wrap around the universe, And preserve this jewel