Path Towards Desire

As you watch the snow drop down,
And feel the cold wind upon your flesh.
Bright moonlight hitting the ground,
Air smelling crisp and fresh.
You see them sway in the subtle breeze,
Their limbs begin to crack and frighten you.
However do not fear them for they are trees,
Singing melodies in the wind for those untrue.
Untrue to those with beautiful minds,
Who speak their thoughts because they are free.
Free to rebel against tyrants of the times,
Just close your eyes and you will see.
Do not be the sheep that supplies them their work force,
Be the wolf who speaks his voice.
Crush all those that stand in your path,
And show them no mercy while they feel your wrath.
Give them a chance and be kind hearted at first,
But once they have criticized you must quench your thirst.
Soak it in as they feed you more denial and hate,
And from that which you shall create...