Does it make me crazy
Believing in a dying world?
Knowing chaos runs rampant
In the streets children once played?
No more pleasant memories of that place,
Just burning churches
& wishes lost on the pavement,
White horses with blood stains,
False prophets and money schemes,
What are dreams if not for profit?
What is passion with out betrayal
& Funeral Hymns?
The heart confused what freedom really is,
yet the cage blends well with the environment,
If death looked you in the eyes
offering you life,
you willing accept it
Believing it came from your mind..

& yet I believe.

© fruitfulodyssey