Purified Poem by Brandon Wade

purified,
all the innocent lied,
all the truthful died,
heretics have become our guide,
weve fallen to passion and foolesh pride,
and even the heros must hide,
no one ever tried,
we just sat their and took it in stride,
or stood up and chose the wrong side,
and we sit here now with blood, we've cried,
and teenage anxt belief in its just the thrill of the 'ride',
but blindfolds aside,
our growing light divides,
but our deming thoughts collide,
and the gods themselves cant decide,
if we should have salvation or be denied,
but in the end we subside,
always from the inside,
from this fact that resides,
an epidemic worldwide,
because in this world no one can be purified.