The Devil In Disguise
The flood waters have receded
The turbulent winds have calmed down
Most of the monsters have been slayed
Things are civil, for the most part, in our small towns
We’ve risen from complete chaos to somewhat order
Many great men have fought and died
Women have raised our children
Therefore, modernity thrives
Yet there's a storm brewing
A confusing unrest deep inside
Ancient drives are still present
Regardless of the simplicity of our lives
Ironically, the good life has become quite unbearable
The ease of life is killing our soul
We look for help toward the Heavens
Completely unaware of the dyer neurological toll
We've traded objective facts for subjective opinions
We chosen feelings over truths
We’re fat and broken
Full of regrets from the sins of our youth
We’re scared of dying
Yet we've wasted most of our precious years
We’re preoccupied
A fragile species crippled with fear
Like an arrogant frog boiling in water
We've proudly ignored all the signs
We distract ourselves with pleasure
Indulging pretentiously on exquisite foods and fine wines
The irony of evolution
Our cognitive strength has led to our demise
Our desperate attempt to conquer all of life's suffering
Has turned out to be the true devil in disguise
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