The warjust a note

There's a battle going on, inside our minds.
The booty is the soul, many spirits alive.

They play us like puppets as we dance to their song.
Not even knowing that anythings wrong.

As they blind and bind us with false serenity,
We leave the creator and worship vanity.

We point the finger and count the cost,
Not understanding what we lost.

Treacherous shepherds, lies and delusions.
Keep the charade, illusion and confusion.

That's we're the war begins, and ends.

So put on your armor,
It's serious my friends.