The Agonist

Alone... she was... and we face this journey alone...
Helpless and weak, dependent on others' decisions
And needs. But who's to say what is right?
To protect a soul or to save a life?
Is it a plague or a gift
the ability to create in the way of the Gods?
We are instinctual artists.
Atlas had nothing on what we've got.
When half a race carries the weight of existence and society shuns most circumstances.
Reputation screams to conform and cast out anything deviating from the norm.
The only way to believe your lies
is to spread them far and spread them wide.
Creating like a limitless universe...
but boundaries are what define size...
Wake up
Remember nightmares by sharing them upon gaining consciousness.
A flooded nation is soon
to spoil so wave your flags west!
Equality will never be attained when blaming
Eve for the sins we've gained.
A fighter until the end
but sympathy only kicked in once she was dead.
The sacrifice of a life, or rather and exchange, instead.