Grip the Life

Sometimes it is people, who can push your anger, Testing it to the boundless places. Where there are no walls— Nothing but an empty space, Which your hatred has full reign. This place has no name, Because it is forbidden from thought and kindness. The plane evil calls home— And controls it how it deems fit. Don’t think much of it, With the good and compassion in you This evil cannot control your life. For if you do not have a soul Or lost it in some weird twist of fate— It has the ability to rule you And reign supreme Where love once was able. Do not discourage And don’t be afraid This evil lives in us all. But only shows in fear or some other form To escape from the real world around. Stead fast, Holding tight to your existence And it shall lose the battle for you. Now you are the last frontier— A sacred place of order, Like the round table of King Arthur’s time, You will not break unless the bonds Of life and Liberty Are severed, and then you shall see What Hell really is?