Stoic

Social monsters break your wings
They make you crawl like a worm
You hate yourself for being weak
And break through hostility
After falling you have to rise
But they won’t let you grow your wings back
And then you start to crawl
So relentless like you are invincible
No perfection, no purity can be obtained
Pleasure, disgust, lust, fear
They rob you of human nature on your way
But what is a man without his sins?
What’sa man without pain?
What is a man with no dreams?
What is a man without eternal struggle?
You fight and sometimes you lose
But it’s not about what you get
It’s who you’re becoming
Coldness grows in your hart
It’s your only friend
Unbiased thinker can undrstand the universal reason
The world has gone awry
The world has gone mad