Delight in the awful truth coming to light
That we are not without understanding
Dishing out servings of pain to that of your delight
Beneath the watchful eyes of lady peace demanding
Rememberance of such sweet and innocent years
Torn from the world below the rulers strange lands
Let now the world examine itself through our greatest fears
Taking a piece of itself into its own trembling, youthful hands
For they do not know to turn the other way
None before them have been tested so well
Watching them march on the road to a debt they'll pay
As they serve up their own and unyielding type of hell
Inside them yearns the need for retribution unkind
Their pains spread across them like a great plague
And inside them grows an evil that rots the mind
Nothing of their futures remains remotely vague
Never unto thee shall they truly be again whole
Once committed to the brutal truth of their path they walk
Torn from deep inside their very soul
They learn what all must, there comes a time for no more talk
A tool for them to use at their discretion
Of their own volition they must decide
For even he can't control their final direction
Hoping they know, from their decisions they cannot hide
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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