Lie in the middle of it.
Good intentions with consequences are a vicious business.
Cry and be brittle from it.
Glory finds the one who lies; inside the tries for one’s allies.
With much surprise, I realize.
A bunch relies on something wise.
Don’t unite with what you sympathize.
Before the waves of why’s; for whom you charitize.
Or the doom of do’s and die’s.
The stares from bruising eyes.
This should not be new to me; the imposter of sought unity.
A knot in the ties of that what unifies.
Cries for you and loses me; in the name of unity.
The shame of fails, with endless tries.
Claims the wills of those with spines that act unwise.
Those that lie centralized in glory’s eyes; will always lack a compromise.
The fact that backs all boasts that crack the most allies.
On your back, alone it lies.
All the times you say I tried and pass it off to other guys.