To The Man With Calloused Hands

This a life of hand me down lies.
So contrived
Inside the mind
Of the perpetually drug induced high.
It seems you've gone blind.
Or at the very least, you're trying to hide.
You will remember this day forever, as the day your weakness died.
Somewhere along the line
You managed to ignore the moral right.
Hiding from the light is often easier in plain sight.
Let them march to their death while you RUN TO THE FIGHT.
Because it's only ever a FIGHT if you're allowed to IGNITE,
Burn down their kingdom and they will bow to your might.
Don't get soft on me now, keep your mental game tight.
Eradicate the enemy, live up to the hype.
They did this to themselves, so just ignore their pathetic cries.
Walk away from the pain, shove it deep down inside.
Prohibited
To revisit it,
it will eventually subside.
They will never understand you, so it should come as no surprise,
When they look upon you, and you can see the fear in their eyes.
You weren't supposed to survive this, is what you'll inevitably surmise.
But you're the MONSTER they created, and it's MONSTER they despise.
It's too much to handle when they finally realize
That they should've invested more in you, to truly capitalize.
But despite the despise
And regret-internalized
They see spies
With keen eyes
And reprise
Their demise
You're free as a bird, under pollution choked skies
And to try to hide your vicious intentions would be to kill your vicious mind
So quick to pass judgement, even though you forfeit the afterlife.
But what's an eternity compared to this finite moment in time?
You're obtuse
And I'm confused
Gotta find a way to rewind.
The calloused hands
Of battle lands
Set a precedent to define
The life you will lead-as a leader or confined
Is it a simple incarceration
Or an act of faith- the blind kind?
You will ponder these questions, in an attempt to realign
The cosmic or spiritual forces, that tempted you over to the dark side.
But fear not my brother! The only enemy here is your own mind.
In dissolution
We find the solution
To counteract impurities in real time.
You were led down this path
By something so seemingly Devine
That you couldn't possibly be wrong.  Unless of course you somehow managed to missed the byline.
Begrudgingly
And wondrously
You seceded from the grapevine.
Without it
I doubt that
You can see past your own mortality-the headline
Will read "This man was the chosen!!! Never once did he sit on the sideline"
But if my mind
Was in line
With brevity-I might see
The cold pride
Of a dead tribe
That once was-inside of me
Fate dealt you this hand, I'm just here to collect finality.
Add the voice that was once yours, to my collection of brutality.
Simplistic it might seem, because you couldn't handle the complexity.
But the rest of forever is plenty of time, to have you right next to me.
So seek out your redemption, reflect on the insanity.
But if you find your savior impassive, then go ahead and get back to me.  
Signed yours truly, your only friend in reality.
The Devil, Lucifer, Satan. Your cold actuality.