Author Topic: The Way Of Man  (Read 4899 times)

Ebony The Enemy

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The Way Of Man
« on: November 27, 2018, 06:41:53 PM »
It’s a mystery all this misery
But apparently it’s smart
To manipulate
Dictate hate
Keep us in the dark
All will be revealed
There’ll be nowhere to hide
And apparently I’m happily a source of some mans pride

Many men have wished a living hell upon my soul
I’ve traversed the coast in search of a place to call my home
I’m unwanted, unloved, cast astray
Bought back only to abuse
Alas this is my lot in life
I’ve no choice to refuse
Bemused as some may be
It’s not exactly rare
To live by anothers whimsy
Simple prey
Without a care or prayer

Their glories simply bore me though they shine like a mirage
I’ve no desire to behold them wether intricate nor large
Useless trinkets designed to entertain the vain
The petty
Proud
And yet God’s erb and waters keep me high pon a cloud

Nobody cares for honesty unless they seek to gain
Ive cried rivers over sinners
Written sonnets
Sang their praise

I’ve tried to make the most of fragile freedoms yet I’ve failed
And so I find myself alone
Still
I have prevailed
36 blessed years upon this blessed Earth
Finally
Yet without the glee
I’ve found a reason for the hurt
It is but the way of men
Such is life
It does suffice
Even if some men are treated as no more than mice

I’ve tried suicide
Simply survived
Bided time
Bid all farewell
Kept aloft through welfare
Welcomed all to kiss and tell
Been set high pon the rafters
Fallen from grace
Recovered
Still
It seems my only purpose is to hurt and suffer ills

It’s hardly a first
In history many have suffered for no cause
Unless you consider empires forged through misery worthy of award
They do applaud
The callous
The determined
The devout
Who with precision so priceless and purely evil have surmounted all their clout

So dastardly
Such devilment
They seek for us to succumb
To their evil
All God’s people
Yet they desire such disgustingness for some
I can’t stop it
I’ve shouted from the rooftops
All in vain
Again
It is the way of men
None of whom have shame

Just mourning every night in hopes of a new day
Longing to see an end to sufference
Seems I’m vain
Despite having cared for many more than me
It seems I’m just ungrateful for all I have received

Tirelessly recounting tales of woe
Nobody cares
I’ll never be ready to meet my fate which I fear is endless scares
Endless misery
Injustice
Knowing nobody cares