Revolt Against revolt against yoUrself
 

My ideas our metaphors,
meant for men who resent whores
meant for those who repent scores
and scores of sins plus dozens more

Arrogance breeds a faded ground
allowed to rest it's pestilent crown
presiding over those who allowed
the shroud to cover the darkest clouds

And out loud a shout at those around
Put down your weapons on the ground
Paint not a smile nor a frown
But cast a look of knowing now

For those who’ve left us now and past
Their hearts no more, their souls intact
With all they’ve left and all they have
Should never go without what’s within their grasp

And at last we find our final path
Through rocks and roots and tangled grass
Where last we found a way to pass
Was within ourselves within our grasp

These weights we wear they weigh us down
But self imposed we can not drown
our instincts keep us afloat we know
but when it ends where do they go