Radicalidealism.

Radicalidealism.

Who are you now?

Is this all it seems to be,

With the truth

Written in letters so bold

They can be read

A million miles away.

Do you tease

With clever words

That hint at creation,

When all the while

You hunger

For my blood.

Destruction

Is your bed fellow

And it follows you around.

Where is it now?

I can see its outline,

What strange artistry

To capture the eyes

And paint the shadows

With barely

A hint of disguise,

Just enough

To fool a new believer.

You are the deceiver.

What can I do

When I see you

As you are,

Wrapped in a

Ragged shroud

Of naked ambition.

What will it take

For your radical

Solution

To give absolution,

Lasting peace

And restitution

To the world,

When it is

Soaked in the blood

You take

From my heart,

To nurture the seeds

Of the souls

That become

The foundation

Of your own corruption.