What is the purpose, of a mind without a cause, To be limited in use, and controlled by laws, To invest in the fame, of a clown with a frown, Is the purpose of the world, noise without sound. To be found in the shadow, of a man without fear, He driving his hate through the outter atmosphere, To penetrate the belief, of everlasting space, As far as you can see, you'll always see his face. But then comes the hope, of a box of light rays, It appears in his shadow, and stays there for days, Then he is blinded, and all hell breaks loose, Hate becomes blanketed, and tries to call a truce. But now the one begging, gets no mercy shown upon, The one who wanted the light, to soon be all gone, Because he couldn't use, his mind for anything, But for uselessness, and knife sharpening. But because he forgives, no matter who it be, Plucking the fruit, for all eternity, But there's the question, with no answer, When will it come, and end in disaster. Nobody knows, and nobody will, Because it's a mind without a cause, and a war without a kill, The point of the world, is a great unknown shot, Through the back of a hero, we deserve what we got. Because we roll through, the shadow of black rain, And ignore the cause and effect, dropping in vein, The fight of the fearless man, and the box of light, Is going through our minds, like a firefight.
Reason for writing:
I guess I write poems to give people something to try and
figure out. I write them so you can kind of guess what it's
all about but only I know what the TRUE meaning is! This
one is about the Devil and God fighting and the meaning of
evil and good and is there a difference?
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