Malicious
"There is no war so important to win it, that we must destroy our minds"
It started as a dull whisper
No more than just an ache
But then it grew and blossomed
As if impaled by a sharp stake
Then drops of blood bloomed into flowers
Opening their petals to the night
But no matter the severity of pain
The soul just couldn't take flight
It was anchored to the body
And tortured by the pain
Yet the Warrior was too tough
The Warrior could not be slain
"Keep fighting, don't give up!"
Is what the Warrior would say
But in the end his life was conquered
And the Warrior was slain
Such pain had come in waves
Stabs, to gruesome to withstand
Therefore the Warrior was killed
By the Warrior's own hand
The mind had been deeply poisoned
By thoughts of blood and death
Belief and hope were killed
They left him like his last breath
He was not a man of virtue
Of mercy, love or life
He sought to take the lives of others
Even an old man and his wife
Though evil may persist
The world will push it out
It will remove the weeds from its entirety
Through fire, flood or drought
There is no greater danger
Than the man that lives by war
And any man that does so
Is no more civil than a boar
Live life with patience, joy and virtue
With love, laughter and delight
And one day, when the sky opens up above
Your soul will shimmer, and take flight.
About the Creator
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I believe in living big and thinking bigger. I want my world to be a self-sustained eco system with a positive impact on those around me. My dream is to help others accept themselves, loud and clear, and never apologize for who they are.
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