Abundant are the forces that force your hand In the midst of a struggle, as a quarrel it appear Slowed by the anger that drives your violence Penetrating the flow of righteous actions ...of righteous actions Angered by the tear for your inner path The disease which makes the anger stop Quarrelled of the self-righteous Fueled by the violence, that needs to be shown Mischief, left in the corner of your eye Ready to trigger the violence you are capable of Forced to appear as the power you proclaim to be Swallowed righteous, denied thought Offered by the way it's to be Strangled with self-discipline Caught by an inner struggle Continued by the teachings Aching to see that all is right Wanting to believe Caught by a moments peace Squandered by, over achievement Destroyed by the will Failed attempts to reach a higher self Forgotten trails of the life you lived Wounds long healed, opens as books Words repeated by The violence that has become you A weak path of denial Judged by the answer you give yourself An undeserved quality of higher purpose In trust you thrive By the ones not to be trusted A broken vow not accepted A sequence of evil that will never end A vacant space, where compassion is an illusion Silence of the screams to come Bursting of angry fragments Finding its way to the surface ...to the surface Disillusions of a soul in exile A broken vow turned to disease Chase the life line, its end is near Dark matter of sorrow to come A frame of ignorance become clear