Pain

It begins from the pain.
When emptiness crashes to the soul.
Figuring all we do is a game.
Conceiving all we believe is a joke.
Hence the path of the weak leads to the valley of darkness.

It's definitely the pain.
When misery strikes down the body.
The wound won’t seem to heal.
The real would irritate the feel.
Beset on all sides by inequities of the selfish and the tyranny.

And it always be the pain.
When lunacy gets inside the brain.
Turning the faith to the rebellion.
Burning the peace to the war.
Since anger sinks to the bottom of consciousness.

What a pain to grow..