Purpose

The abundant carnal forces that force your hand
In the midst of a struggle as the quarrel appears
Slowed by the anger that blinds your violence
Permeating the flow of righteous actions
Angered by the tear for your inner parts
Your deceit which makes the anger stop
Quarreled on the self-righteous
Fueled by the violence that needs to be shown
Mischieved, locked in the corner of your eye
Ready to trigger the violence you keep a hold of
For it to appear as the power you proclaim to be
Swallowed righteous denial
Covered by the ways to be
Strangled with self-discipline
Caught by an inner struggle
Continued by the teachings
Akin to see that all is right
Wanting to believe
Torn by a moment's peace
Swallowed by over-achievement
Destroyed by a wish
Failed attempts to reach your higher self
Forgotten threads of the life you've lived
Words of riddles open as books
Words repeated by the violence that has become you
We pass through the denial
Not by the answer you give yourself
But on the self-quality of higher purpose
It runs through your driveA sequence of evil that will never end
A vacant space where compassion is an illusion
Silence of the screams to come
Bursting of angry fragments finding its way to the surface
To the surface
Disillusioned, so stole of inspired
Broken vow, the urge to cease
Chased the lifeline sent to here
Dark plateau, sorrow to come
The grave of hope to appear
Angered by the tear for your inner part
The disease that makes the hunger stop
Quarrel of the self-righteous
You vile violence that needs to be shown
Mischief, the theme you call your own
Your hate, ready to trigger
The violence, your capable of
What you want is the power
You proclaim to be
So I won't let you deny that