By: Kevin Magnus
But I live an existence that comes with a fee.
Delusioned for a short time, I thought I was happy,
But than life reminded me never be too sappy.
So I am here among the spoiled,
I feel like an angry snake coiled.
Awaiting my life feels like a never ending battle,
But no matter what I do, I am nothing but cattle.
Realizing all my comrades are no longer here,
But the rush of Life, I cannot shed a single tear.
Anger, chaos and entitlement is the home of today's people,
Complaining and objecting, unaware and yet, they are mass sheeple.
They smile to my face, but I know I am alone,
Excluded. I remain closed, to them like a stone.
Honestly, I try not to be bitter or without holding a grudge.
But in reality it is impossible to do an not judge.
How can I continue on and keep my faith in man?
But what is behind all this; what is the master plan?
I suspect that over time I surely will find the truth one day,
Although to my caution I will probably be to my dismay.
Be welcomed to a diverse world where human zombies roam,
With no true place of sanctuary, not even my home.
Beaten, broken, I continue to tread through the sorrow.
Praying to God almighty for a better tomorrow.