A weirfd poem about a journey shared by all who live and all who fight to survive. |
-Salvation Disguised As Escapism- by Keaton Foster The road to righteousness Is paved with the good intentions Of fools and heretics alike Many bends, many detailed curves Make a once seemingly straight path A distance far greater than it needs be Many become tired of walking In every way except a straight line Taking breaks along the way Many remain sitting in place Others come along and pass them by Not a whisper is lent, no words spent The opposing direction is king of the game Winning is everything to losers enslaved Never looking back they make their escape Survival of the fittest is not so easily explained Because those moving on Are burdened by their own baggage Baggage that gets heavier with distance traveled The reality and casualty of such a path Is littered with the severed appendages Of those that have pledge themselves To victimization and ostracization The world of wolves must feast And the lambs know all too well That they are made of delicious meat A battle between good and evil is always brewing Simmering in the shortest of distance A powder keg waiting to violently explode Sure to blow holes in the ideals That so many hold close to their fragile hearts How could they ever again hope to survive Death will become their only out True salvation disguised as escapism Those standing still and those moving on Are all equally and undeniably screwed… Salvation Disguised As Escapism Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |