Pathology Of Our Existence
by Whisteria Cottage· from Heathen
(I see this shit going on...fucking pisses me off.
So look around you, this isn't our neighbourhood, its a fucking battlefield.)
We are driven to failure,
But my blood will not be shed.
A resilience of greater fortitude,
To the forefront of admiration of a bastard.
Creative yet a life of worthiness,
When is it my time to shine.
Fractured yet he is still swinging strong.
Finally earning a right to be a apart.
Designed for identical reconstruction.
I was born to start this change,
Worry for the weak yet cry for the strong.
In a world, where everything is wrong we look in ourselves.
We are the one's that belong.