Purpose

Purpose The drive and compassion Which gives off such a reaction Different for all as there are many deviations Yet so many are simple illusions Gripping souls and stoking men’s ambitions Voids they become as their hearts fill with anticipation Slipping and falling not realizing their approximation Darkness comes and claims their own with appreciation As an army is born bent on annihilation The world watches with apprehension As such a simple meaning is twisted with such cold calculation Divided they are as both are without adaptation War is welcomed by both sides with affection No one realizing the true abomination Death stalks without prejudice or cancellation Lives are lost and spirits torn over purpose with such devastation As something meant to define life goes into devolution And peace is forever lost from this deminsion