I was foolish to consider a few as friends
that secretly perceived me as threats
I tried creating beautiful memories,
the end result was regret
I almost saw the gates of hell
mixing clever and cunning with good intent
Its difficult to walk the line
when the path is bent
Division, agendas and indoctrinations
drive this nation out of control
Politics, perversion and power
devour broken spirits and lost souls
Dumbing us down while keeping us distracted
Controlling the population is the goal
Many talk about pressure
pressure is part of life's process
pressure makes a weak man fold
I wasn't sure if I'd make it this far
but I am so glad that I am here
I had to let go of some dead things
and detach from much of what I held dear
And while the Most High remains silent
I can feel his presence near
So I continue on with my assignment
beyond uncertainty, opposition and fear