All the hate
All the rage
I wonder, deep down
If it was never anger
Sadness maybe?
A rage against what cannot be?
Who did they want to be?
Under the surface
Tortured souls
Begging for love
That will never come home

Fighting to move forward
Only takes us back
Aggression without direction
Brings us closer to destruction
Director of chaos
Archbishop of hatred
I would cry out for peace
Humaniy does not know what it means
Species destroyed
Nature discarded
I know now
It will soon put us to rest

In a modern era
Past problems persist
For as long as humanity remains
Our nature will persist
Violence and virtue
Greed and generosity
Paradox of a paradox
With no direction
Creating their world
At an individual's discretion
Wanted, but never desired
Easily discarded
For the sake of gain

Creativity, palatability
Delicate balance
With a potential for sanctity
Humanity's identity
Obsessions with the past
Spawn vicious cycles
That they grew to know
Through a blind perspective
Which they could never behold

Leaders of the past
Led the people
Now we have vernacular
Sharing stereotypes
Discrimination on different stereo types
Old like a commandment
Commanding like a caesar
Shaking like a seizure
Ruling in leisure

I tremble to speak
I've run out of words to say
I forgot my voice
Replaced by distress
Marked by unrest
So much time
Left to think
Wondering deep inside
When was the happiest I have ever been?
Even when I know you will be here
In the broken frontier
Year after year, still filled with the same fear
How much longer can I keep this up?

Searching for stability
Happiness without friction
Isolated, cold as icicles
Hollow hopes
Full of falsity
So much truth
Now peace is displaced
Euphoria, dysphoria
Joy, anger
Distress with no duress
Is this how we are meant to be?
Is this everything you've been longing for?
Tell me, please, who is satisfied?