Imprisoned in self-made hell,
Creation of pity made to excel.
No white or black but only grays,
In darkness we await for the prey.
The groups out there of interest,
That come to massacre the rest.
Too early to massacre yourself,
Only you stand and no one else.
The hunter is the hunted you see.
In darkness arrives the storm,
Chaos brewing becomes the norm.
Every night disguised in civility,
Angry mobs proclaim to be free.
For liberties that they must fight,
More so than God-given rights.
Keep the discipline so order is not lost,
And damned to be whatever the true cost.
Imprisoned in my self-made hell.