One Dream Too Many

i'm standing at the gates of a great city. who's wall's are torn like the limb's of it's men. the battle hardened walk deathly bye me. as i can offer them no recompense. i walk among the ruin's of the temple. step slowly over body's where they fell. on my knee's i fall down at the alter. and ask for god to lift me out of this hell. i see a white horse standing in a clearing. and in that instant it become's my hope. it become's my guiding light steering. me onto a place that i can cope. Along the way i meet a few survivor's. with their head's cradled in their arm's. i offer them the use of the white horse. but all's they want is for me to bear arm's. i arm myself with a pen of poison. sharpen up the wit's of my loose tounge. the injustice i'v seen boil my passion's. i'm ready to right these evil wrong's. i'm of to watch these fool's kneel and pleading. whip them with my speared retort. i see the hatred out of their eye's bleeding. and know their greatest punishment is their thought's. so leave them in madness frail and shaking. with blood stained hand's and blood stained soul's. they will face a hell of their own making. a hell they will burn in for ever more. murder is a human disposition. that we should sharpen our sword's and kill. if you know the world in which we are living. it's made for love,liberty and thrill's.