Mystify
The ways of man will provoke me until the end of my days
My anger and disgust for the human race runs deep
I see the needless slaughter of innocence and cringe daily
You would think if there was one thing good and true
It would be worth saving if only to grace this pit
The light that shines from the innocent is quickly snuffed
It's brilliance tanished by the filth of knowledge
Some would say it is a good thing to be "all" knowing
I say the "sense" people spew is mostly their own shit
The innocent knows no better than to suck it up
It chokes them until they become another "philosopher"
The philosophy of shit abounds in this world of eaters
The innocent dies to be replaced by a poet
Who tells the tales that mystify others but really
It is all just reality and knowing and… shit