The anxiousness to wield more, the chase for insanity by the sane,
far from the contention of a little taste, it corrupts
Down deep to the backends of our mind,
Sick isn't it? The vanity of this thing.
Filling with the want for the extra than the ordinary,
A push beyond limits, a dare for a hopeless leap
The chase for the endless; mind consuming,
The destruction of us all, brothers against blood
The height of all diversities, the end to our togetherness.
Mother told me to tread softly , for power is one
Which takes all, blinding and feeding our thirst for more
Father told me to walk with caution, for power is one
Which destroys the existing,the creator of madness amongst us
But within I'm confused, what really is power and it's fuss?.
Questions I've asked, answers I've sought,
From the mouths of the ancients, and generations before,
What is this power they talk about? What serves its function?
For what makes us monsters and mad men
May just be our end yet, because of our endless thirst.
Successtujah 💙❣️
AAUA chapter
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