Folly of the Brilliant mind

Another brilliant mind wasted
Ego bruised, still he stands tall
Burdens of the past sit heavy on his shoulders

Disease tearing him apart
Infected with feelings and moral obligations
His own kindness is killing him

His pen, his sword, his heart, his shield
His soul bleeds out onto the parchment
Bears all to the world

Open mind for a different view
He fights to keep his soul pure
Nothing clouds his judgement

Most mock his way of life
He shows pity for them
Pride and prejudice clouds their path

He knows the cold truth
For every action, an equal and opposite reaction
And in the end, only the memory remains

God, a man-made concept
Bourne of fear, and ignorance
To give small minds comfort