Baring teeth at each other like we are animals,

The world is descending into fire,

Burning buildings are replacing landmarks,

People dying on the streets - brutality!

Evolved yet acting wild

Bullets flying instead of birds,

What's the point of this?

Hating each other over nothing,

Destroying lives as if it's a hobby,

Insanity is ruling people's mind's,

Acting like wild animals with rabies,

It's social decay and it's spreading,

Reverting back to base instincts,

Sex, violence, and survival of the most uncivilised,

Our ancestors would sneer at us,

Shaking our behinds whilst riots blaze behind the camera,

We are no better,

Than feral creature's.

Varying options for love,

And very few subscribe for life,

Love is seen as disposable not precious,

Everyone is connected by ties we can't see

Never turn your back on something genuine

Taking the time to value words like multicolored gems,

In a sea of faces, you only need one to be happy,

Nothing is permanent but being true is important

Everything is built on the affection we hold for others

Separate the noise from the reality

Denying love is like poisoning seeds,

And expecting them to grow into beautiful blue flowers

Your affection should be there always not just on a holiday.

Replacing life with digital numbers,

Dreamed up scenarios can't imitate,

Real sensations,

Like the smell of freshly bloomed Kalanchoes,

Emotions that are exclusive to beings with a pulse,

Not coding,

Thinking that a fake world,

Can replace the one made by God's hands,

You on your virtual platform, on your transparent high horse,

It's going to fail and your Pandora will fall into ruins,

Shattered like the pixels bleeding out of the smashed screen,

Digital icons are not humans,

Because the impact a real person has cannot be erased,

With the press of a button,

No matter how aesthetic and friendly it looks,

It's a snake and it will bite you,

Like a Coral, it's poison,

To deceive the mind

And erode our emotions.

Preaching about the devil,

Whilst asking the audience,

To donate to your chapel,

Greed is the root of all evil,

Money being the representative of such,

So, what does that make a preacher?

A man of God,

Or a puppet for Lucifer?

When he has a golden throne,

But his followers are skin and bone,

Is that not hypocrisy?

The apostles lived in abject poverty,

And were reviled by people,

Yet these ministers are adored,

They speak the word of God,

Yet their speeches are devoid of meaning,

It's not teaching,

But acting as a character for the audience,

When you have never learned how to live,

As the apostles did.

Two aspects of a shared moment,

Who is better?

Not a rival but a Crow upon my shoulder,

Daring me to to hit the ceiling and destroy it,

The mirror of my shadow's portrait,

As they run ahead of me,

The need to burn higher,

And glow up until they are blinded,

Evergreen woods that are the platform,

Only one can master it,

As they keep on challenging me,

Dirt sticking to our shoes is a kiss from the terrain,

The smirk on their face is a symbol of opposition,

Same outcome but for different reasons,

Winning for me is about making a difference,

For them it's just to be the victor,

I'm grateful, it's a reminder of not what to become,

They are my rival,

But also a reflection.