What is it worth
if deception becomes my ground,
if I climb by betrayal,
destroying those who once sustained me—
driven by doctrines swallowed at birth,
raised a servant to unseen masters?
Masters who chart no path for my good,
yet lead me to the altar as offering—
a sacrificial lamb laid down
for their swollen ambitions,
reshaping the world to fit their hunger.
They speak softly, like trusted friends,
training me to wager my life,
promising heaven beyond the grave.
Their honeyed words persuade my soul,
and I obey—
committing horrors at their command.
Blinded by false glory, I proceed
to crimes they would never dare commit.
When I am seized by the grip of law,
when chains replace applause,
no hand reaches out,
no voice rises in my defense.
Then truth breaks through the fog:
I was only a pawn—expendable and easily replaced.
They feast in guarded estates,
wrapped in luxury and pleasure,
their riches built on extortion and deceit.
They need me—and others like me—
as fuel for their cause:
suicide martyrs, gun-wielding tools,
lives discarded, futures erased,
destined for darkness and eternal ruin.
But wisdom cries aloud in the streets,
calling for discernment, for clarity.
Choose life. Choose what gives life.
Walk paths that heal, not destroy—
paths that bless both others and myself.
For when truth awakens the soul,
when purpose is rooted in what is good,
I will finally know—
my life was never meant to be a waste.
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