Iron mask
Clad in armor
Vast fear

Disguised as wisdom
In the end
The fortress falls

Nothing survives
That is false


Mike
Constant desire for virtue, the higher
Achieve the right to judge our brethren with a smile

Distortion clinging salvation hangs on by a thread
To all we think we know
Illusions of what is gained


To be favored or disgraced
Is to live in fear

No matter how we try
We walk the path alone


Isamu
Cherished beliefs
Dependant upon the past

The past and the future
Phantoms in the now


Overwhelmed with the struggle
Try to achieve redemption
Grapple with the values

Of those who seek control
Impressions of the righteous
Such a pitiful waste create the seeds of hate

Loss
Gain
Perpetuate

The mental tyrant