Those Beasts and that Burden

A song for evolutionary misfits

It pounds our hearts with our blood as the hammer.
Those beasts and that burden are made of our pain.
It grows from without but tears from within.
It is the product of our weakness in a world that can punish.

We strengthen our bodies, and we expand our minds,
But we can not escape its wretched ripping.
They cannot know what it is, but we wear it on our faces.
They respond with repellence sending us away.

How can we learn love when we are alone in our skulls?
Instead, we grow bitter and aggressive with all.
It may be a pretense, and we have controlled our lust.
We are hoping with age, our rage will adjust.

When they cross our path, they can see our bitterness,
But they do not have mercy, and their eyes they still punish.
Ignorance is bliss, and they are weak in their ways,
But we will continue to grunt this pressure and pain.

Those beasts and that burden are made of our pain,
But we will continue to bear it; this is how we are made.
Forgiveness is divine, and vengeance is wrong,
But beware the vipers that are not of this song.

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