The Mental Tyrant - YOB

Iron mask

Clad in armor

Vast fear

Disguised as wisdom

In the end

The fortress falls

Nothing survives

That is false

Constant desire for virtue, the higher

Achieve the right to judge our brethren with a smile

Distortion clinging salvation hangs on by a thread

To all we think we know

Illusions of what is gained

To be favored or disgraced

Is to live in fear

No matter how we try

We walk the path alone

Cherished beliefs

Dependant upon the past

The past and the future

Phantoms in the now

Overwhelmed with the struggle

Try to achieve redemption

Grapple with the values

Of those who seek control

Impressions of the righteous

Such a pitiful waste create the seeds of hate

Loss

Gain

Perpetuate

The mental tyrant