The Mind of Man

Burning, chaos at the core, Like a sun, a star, Shining on a desert waste. A tide that swears to love, But floods with hate They turn in revel, These stars of destruction, Pain, with out gain, Is there singular function, No purpose in peace, For these machines of the soul, No calm night reprieve, For the demons of fire, They burn with their passions, Chilled at the soul, Both parts in angst, Will murder us all, …………………….. The mind of man (No more, no more)