Way of Life
Life, as if fear itself bestowed
Fantasy of a act in human life
Betrayed drama of what is to be
Or wickedness of a species breath inhale
Mind illusion to a dream's reality
They push thought, molding image or control
Way of life, a promise to happiness
A struggle life, none equal unless classed
Hopes to live life fruitfulness
Laughter, the key to kindness joy
We watch, what is portrayed the purpose
But do we thrive under its anger
That we turn not to right or wrong
But the hunger of our own ambitious emotions
Is it so much that we fear death
That realistically we know no time
In life itself a dying soul each day
Mortality taught and trampled beneath constitution
Existence of your journey sane or in vain
We live in a lie covering truth
Actions of many pardon crime of nature
Way of life, we're killers walking the streets
Where theirs is worth more than the innocent
We trade a way of life for what's to be
For destructive society digging their own grave
My dust, scattered in breath of the breeze
Way of life, is it what you hoped to be
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