The Sickness of the Soul

Growling over
the vast of unaccomplished ambition,
Muffled by the ever changing stand of reality,
Disappointed by the false hopes
to gain power and wealth,
Angry at the reigning faction,
They're the one to blame
for his failure
A failure that comes from himself.

That man, is a sick man
Feverish with spoiled dreams
that the Hidden Hand planted in his mind,
Swelled up with his pride
over the influence he supposed to have,
Shaking profusely with intimidation
aimed to the ones he despised
not because they're evil, corrupted or dishonest,
But just because they're a major threat
A threat to his own agendas
A hindrance of his will to dominate,
Miserable man,
living only to destroy.

The body is decaying,
for the soul is now dead.
Dead of virtues,
Killed by sins.
That man, is a living symbol
of evil inside human
Reincarnation of the lust,
greed and envy of the world.