These people wearing faces
Leaving traces, of no truth
Of all the lies that slide
Down their tongues; no couth
My ears ring in a rage
This war waging, inside
Stop your selfish craves
So we can coincide
Your sordid aura haunts
Straining to flaunt, with my light
No waves of illusion immerse
My bold, green armored knight.
And what is life?
But the art of dying
Where oblivion awaits
In the darkened corners of the mind
And what is paramount?
But the art of adventure
Where lessons are learned
In the openness to find
Factions of ourselves demand
Affection amongst pain
Where through the toiling ripples
Is where we’ll truly gain
Esteemed worth established
Through the artful grace of breath
A book of legacies transcribed
Our lullabies of death
I'm untouchable
Floating in the midst
Of my perfect existence
Becoming radiant
In all of my everything
Shining like the sun
Defeating darkness
Cause I'm shielded from all
This green armor stands
I'm reasoning
The underlying understanding
Of everything that passes
So subjected
To the bouncing emotions
That feed my soul