Forces

Every day we face, every fate we're graced with is another chance to rise above all these graves of ancient ages.

An open book, on an empty chapter on the matters of the after life. Can the page be writ into truth if the basis is fiction? Can the pages be ripped and rewritten as we see fit, laced with attrition. 

Young minds joining a hive of finite extinction, formed from fear and disillusion and a promise of acceptance. Being naive is no exception, when the elite attempt to control our minds. Their platform justified, incepted from good intentions. Yet now poison leaks from their tongues when they speak. A language bred from greed and moral weakness. Feeding you lies so deceptive you just nod your head and accept it when given your death sentence.

Together we can end this cycle of violence. Let peace rise and destroy darkness with light, as we balance the sources of the forces that blind our eyes.