Shape

You are as you are, mislead and mistaken. Born simple and dying. You live with purpose and you seek it thus, inconsequentially and absolute, you rule the ideal consciousness. What guides your order? What part of you seeks justice? Lay down your gun, let loose your sword and cast away judgement. You seek justice and order but you lay yourself down to be manipulated, they wish for you to conform, you watch as you and your loved ones are cast aside by a false sense of protection. Feel no more fear, take your purpose by your will, I give you a knife it is shaped like helplessness. Take it in your hand and strike down the disorder, uphold your justice and shape your purpose, I shall form you again as your soul shall be worn, your body remade and your mind solidified and no longer malleable. Take your new form.