The Competition Is To Live(Are You In?) Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The Competition Is To Live(Are You In?)



The complexities of living the simple life.
I guess no one ever said it going to be that easy, or that dreamy.
Would you like some sugar on the top?
The hard road taken.
Skin bleeding and bones breaking.

A sound that you can always forget.
Except when I mention it.
Pain sustained through the ages.
Still in all the years it hasn't changed.
Many methods of torture.
The body fully explored, and still their is still only more.

A scream into the mind.
Can you hear it?
It is letting know you are still alive.
For the moment you have survived.
In a death defying leap talk is cheap.
Mistakes create the causalities of this war.
Where everybody is against you.
Nobody is willing to give you a second chance.

It's not a racial divide.
It's a time when humans no longer collide.
Breathing my air, taking up my space.
What a declaration, a marketing opportunity.
Lets patent that.
It will make us stars of this generation.

Of this generation.

Of this generation.

And what about the next.
With nothing left to claim.
How do they provide that which you desire?
Are we building or destroying an empire?
When flags are set on fire,
Is that the destruction of something that should have never been?
Or is it a tragedy when it is gone?

A abandonment of human existence.
They are but slaves that have backs yet to be broken.
Their is no shame, in not feeding them.
Let them go hungry it might teach them something.
Work harder then that guy next to you.
Tell how me how bad do you want it?
Are you willing to kill for it?

The path through the valley of the shadow of death.
Ghosts still haunt this place.
We put their names on stones, as if justifies what we've done.
Oh how misfortunate it is we have yet to learn anything of great importance.
When it comes to what we can accomplish together.

A single name under a thinly laced veil.
When you pull it up what is you see.
Something beautiful or the ugliest demon.
Depends on if it's you own reflection does it not?
I've seen so many souls dwindle into nothing.
No motivation to keep going.
All train rides must end sometime.
Here's your stop and it off to the next.

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