Stoic - Crust

Social monsters break your wings

They make you crawl like a worm

You hate yourself for being weak

And break through hostility

After falling you have to rise

But they won’t let you grow your wings back

And then you start to crawl

So relentless like you are invincible

No perfection, no purity can be obtained

Pleasure, disgust, lust, fear

They rob you of human nature on your way

But what is a man without his sins?

What’sa man without pain?

What is a man with no dreams?

What is a man without eternal struggle?

You fight and sometimes you lose

But it’s not about what you get

It’s who you’re becoming

Coldness grows in your hart

It’s your only friend

Unbiased thinker can undrstand the universal reason

The world has gone awry

The world has gone mad