Societal Breakdown Insanity

We have come too far to ever give up now A Change in society through the tears of a clown A sullen gasp pronounced toward fear A vile indication of stregnth drawn near A sequential pull vexed after the fall In shortness of breath through shoulder to cry We negate trivial pursuit over what's moral turned to mundane Something in our twisted hearts leaves feeling insane; A pull at the heart to light its inner spark. Through want in need we reflect then bark In midnight oil burning in heightened desolation A moth vamp in sullen approach to handle Mark the man who is willing to explore No page unturned while sleeping with a whore What does God have in mind nor what is in store? Borrowed tombstones slime in shapes of stone Far from the chosen fields left out to roam A patient man will relax then turn to wine What will be a sure fire way toward a design No shoulder to cry a summoned pop fly in the eye In the horizon an old Indian bows his head for prayer; Wasted again from the influx of damning societal threats he's now saddened The guns he sheltered through desolation & harm May sound the alarm in closet swing exploits to charm, In delicate flowers lining ordinances approached Through hidden laughter a sharp pain in bedded disaster Never ready to prepare for the great here after In a montage of gifts getting squished from fragmented thoughts of imaginative thought A soul that was once purchased can never be bought!