Show suffocation beneath the clouds,nThe crusade for humanity is nearly lost.nFumes of fouled temperament thicken the air,nEnvenomed by beings of inborn aggression.nIf the wicked are never to rest,nSurely they will not be saved.nAnd so the hopeful drown in the hopeless.nnA glimpse of life in the midst of death,nThe side of romance and delusion, always dies.nYou, so selfless and concerned are no exception.nnThere are only those who do not care,nAnd those who would cause you harm.nThe remains of salvation lies in graveyards,nWhere the soulful have since been absorbed by the soulless.nnSuffer the small truth,nIn laboring for human redemption you are asking brick to be glass...nnRepeating lies to yourself just to keep your faith.nYou lie to yourself to maintain your sanity.nWe all lie to ourselves when we feel the hopelessness.nOf a grim tomorrow.nnnBe winged, free from the mire of men.nBe winged, leave the dead soil to the dying.nInherit the wind, soar from the coils that asphyxiate you.nBe winged and climb high, with a wingspan to humble mankind.