Intense defense, upright brigade, charge, go forth, emotions must be obeyed,

Lust, distrust, for life’s finer things,
friends, dead ends, no compromise reached.
Distance, resistance, the gate has yet to be breached.

Tiny thoughts, insecurities, planted inside and nurtured by contempt,
disguised as confidence, behind shades of blue and green,
dissect, inspect, the insides of a dream.

The truth lies hidden in lack of facts,
demeaning, obscene, trifle little things
that determine which mentality you lack.

March like fools against your golden gods
and reach beyond the mountain tops with hands
that hold the hearts of those who died for your “Just Cause”

I digress, obsess, of historical offenses, it’s time to drop these pretenses.

Yet countless years have been re-remembered
by chipping away the mud encrusted, blood entrusted,
elegance of forgotten idols restored by new devotion.

They've become sacred objects representing misunderstood ideals,
grotesque, possessed, by golden demons which once sought to rest
at the bottom of a blood-filled pool.