Blood, Mud, And Good Men

Escaping the virus of the world, so complicated and ugly

There is but one way out of the sickness that we've become

Accepting the truth of our evils requires a special approach

And thoughts lost and more than just some

It grows like a beast from a cub to a lion inside

Hiding from the rest of the world around

Feeding on the deliciousness of the pain and suffering

Inside a place we hope never to be found

Resides, it does, inside all of those who walk this world

A resident living rent-free in the dark recesses of the mind

Held in the cage of a private and self-made hell on this plane

Something kept hidden, that good souls hope none will ever find

No true escape exists from the pull of the pit within

It is the real existence of that ominous place called hell

A place none can truly escape from for long

But it's kept caged as long as we are doing well

To let it loose, a scary thought, indeed

So it's the mission of all good souls to keep it held at bay

Recognizing the difference between you and them

Is but just one weak moment on one terrible day

Do not give in to that thirst needing quenched

Never take that taste of sweet and earned blood

Continue to do the right things even when the hardest

Don't sully yourself by being buried in the mud

Do not succumb to your inner instincts

The primordial need to conquer and kill

The evolution of men brought us away from such darkness

But it all still requires us to have the strongest of will