Razor's edge too
I stand upon the razor's edge
With nothing left as I am bled
Waiting for the beast to fledge
Before it is that I am dead
Toxicity continues sedge
The stupoured state in charge
Have I attained the slightest wedge
Is it growing large
On each side, the stupoured state
With difference in degree and rate
Neither side will recognize
Love's withered state, a paltry prize
On one side, the volume grows
Repeating only, "anything goes"
Except the loving form
Of coitus as the norm
The other side in mindless state
Rebels and fights and takes the bait
Justifying in its wake
All expressions turned in fake
Go ahead and let them wreak
The havoc caused amidst the peak
Of two wrong views of all it takes
Wake up to life, for goodness sakes
The skew between the two
Is really nothing new
Befuddled state for all involved
Until the puzzle is resolved
I'm worn to the bone
As I chip at the stone
Of the stupour enveloping all
I kick at the cage
In my fury and rage
But the stupour's beginning to pall
The education of the heart still has so far to go
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