Weakness has gathered in the heart of thee
Exposing the human being his fragility
It’s not the Human’s fault
The universe is what puts his heart under assault
The quaking sea of our soul can’t settle with ease
Especially when it’s engorged with ripples of disease
Many a mortal have developed a cure
But the deadliest remain elusive and evil at its most pure
It’s the incurable evil that makes man want to break
Especially when it’s a loved one’s life at stake
What makes you feel weak is the inability to invoke change
This leads is what makes us psychotic and deranged
You pull your hair and scream why
Feeling like you will soon die
The truth is, the fertile weakness has birthed fear
Fear that you’ll lose something that to you is dear
Who do you turn to when you are afraid?
What do you do when you are undergoing this raid?
The only thing you can do is steel your mind
Strengthen your resolve and leave that fear behind.
Abandon the fear of not being able to do anything.
No this will not prevent the maladies fate will bring
But you can become a version of strong.
Strong enough to deal with the universe’s wrong
A strength to make you able to speak
Speak loud in protest when the universe has made you weak
The dark dank evil of the universe of the evil created diseases
But it’s the human thing to protest it and not let it do as it pleases