Here's some words....I like to be verbose
Accusing useless pugilists of using confusion as an illusion of perception
Abused in elections discretion created jading the direction
And complexion of human mentality, reality is that we're callously
Taking nature and ***** her palace with malice into paralysis no fallacy
Chalices of our construction, corruption, and deduction of our luxuries
Productively interrupting destiny, pressing our luck disruptively
Reluctantly, I'm given this to live in no decision can make it different
Or break from this prison I yearn to live eternally a slave of my wisdom
False bliss been christened to cover the guilt of killed children
Blood of millions spilt, built on hatred and races filtered
Faces wilted, my off kilter home a carefully sewn quilt ripped
I'm still hit in the soul by old catastrophes and disasters
Steeples get smashed, people with masters unequal paths of life
Rationalized by contrasting sides vastly masked by lies
I'm a passerby, a noble tossed into the grave costs of this total chaos
Global layoffs, trade lost when impatient nations made blocks
The fading states invaded the place is raided men behind a rigid fence
Human digit's tense life's void destroyed by ignorance
Convicted wicked men evicted from prisons my vision's constricted
Addictions conflicting with the conspicuously ridiculous picture
Mixed deep in my cerebral pathways and cast away the evil
People too feeble to conceive deeper born to conform as equals
I speak as a prequel to the damage we've managed so savagely
Travesties and tragedies, no compassion does it have to be?
Crafted blasphemy, men are wasting this generation last to leave
Grasping the reigns of a compliant society mindlessly dying
Trying times crying for the crimes, the reply we find in the sublime
Climbing forwards towards the doors from the hostile impossible
The philosophy that cost us too colossus to stop from crossing us
Preposterous thought to believe that evil doesn't exist is mystery
We cover with bliss the wrongs we've long passed as history
The risk of being open is coping with the alarm that harms what calms you
Spawning the dawning of commons to panic the damage that bombs do
The bigger rigors contiguous to religion broken down to its constituents
I searched within my brain and came to a strange figuring
The significant truth construed that I too am ignorant
A world out of order as mortar shells fell on borders
But reporters court us by telling us what sports are the foremost
The ignorance of chaos
Children deserted and murdered, Kurds herded undeservedly
It concerns me if words aren't heard what will this world be
The ignorance of chaos