Reality(?)

A world. Of lies
where men can not stand with
and not without sinful acts

Where blood stained,
not of by foes, but by tears
drenching behind the hands of your own.

Brother
we call each other
A pity.

Never free.
As though the word exists,
we are not.

And as endless, as life
may seam to last through
Struck down dreams,

We still strive
Through power, lust
and greed.

Waiting 'til
the wrath of one
consumes the many...

The day
we lose touch
of reality.

-Francis