War Of Conscience

Fight vs. The SELF

Filtered words
spat words,
like fire,
burning truth
in their
endless trajectory
of falsehood.

Tonite,
the white stallion
roams and
looms
upon the meadows
of our existence

flinging itself
to a halt
amidst
the horror
of impurity

field strewn
with
filth
Our Souls,

can
they
combat

this endless
battle of

morality?