Madness and Civilization
In the end and in the beginning we pray to God that we are winning.
Sometimes life's short, sometimes life's long.
Sometimes we find that life's all wrong.
We're faced with changes that estrange us.
And find ourselves unpopularly famous.
Fading reflections that seal our fate.
Are haunting scenes with destiny's date.
No man escapes the endless fiery.
Of humanity's weight that makes us weary.
So when the winds of change blow in.
And make you pay for all your sin.
As you watch another pass the test.
That you have failed when you tried your best.
There's nothing left for you to do.
But just lay down to your final rest.
For Nathan's Insanity or death contest.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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