We ask why when it's the end of the road
Answers, they aren't easily found
We look back, come time to pay the debt
At things that made most men's hearts loudly pound
What a fragile mess is man
From the first temptations
Sullied are the souls
Dirtied by earthly influences of delight
Selfish thoughts they do abound
What a mess is the species called man
Times come when a challenge rises
The truest tests are sometimes from the darkness
No guiding lines for man to use for the deal
And nothing easily chosen to cross off the barricade
The mess that is
Fail many will when faced with such tests
What seems to be needed often is different after done
A burden carried only by the few
Just to be there still a sign they won
What a mess they are
Carry the devil's bargains on into the next
And keep things within one's brokenness
Risked it all in the midst of the night
To do the things that needed done
A mess that man never knows if they're right
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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