Betrayal

Why am I tortured like this
Calling me out on my flaws
I just wanted what you owed

I admit my language was below par
But I've simply had enough
It wasn't meant to go on this far
I'm not a pushover any longer

I called you out on the situation at hand
And I sure as hell was mad
You told me a ton of lies
Force fed until I cried

Now I'm nothing but an empty shell
The devil and his minions will drag me to hell
I can't blame anyone else but myself

Powers

Sit up straight
Fold your legs
Palms to the sky
Draw in the universe
Let go of all attachments
Just be for a while

Can you feel the love?
Because it's overwhelming now
No need to force this
But its here if you want it

Up above
They're with us now
Ignorance isn't bliss
And right now we're taking a massive hit

When push comes to shove
We need to know how
This is my one true wish
When we have the power, to know what to do with it

Mother of Monsters

She walks a treacherous path
One tainted with hate
This dream, all she had
For a purpose, it's not too late

We raise our paws up
To lend our power
We hope it may just be enough
To make the scoundrel cower

Although she's misunderstood
I believe her words
And though you might say she's anything but good
We mustn't compare her to those low-life turds

Wielding wit and knowledge to her own advantage
She battles demons daily
It's my sincere hope she does them damage
Because they're driving me crazy

But, have no fear!
Little monsters in bound
Acceptance of all and intolerance of hate is the ship we steer
We have faith Mother will turn the world around

We are mighty as one
But divided we fall
A spiritual battle has begun
The light must prevail for the good of all

Future

What will become of this heart of mine?
Delicate and damaged things intertwined
And in turn can only affect my mind
To drive me crazy with the truths I find

To each their own, we're often taught
But it's just this right, we've all been bought
Left alone, left to rot
And junk piled on like an empty lot

What will become of the days to come?
Coming in like the workman's son
Tired, haggard, in need of fun
Honest, disciplined, the work all done

For now, our skies are filled with poison
Not to mention contaminated oceans
And, of course, we're left with the notion
To live a lie, just drink this magic potion

So much commotion, and in the midst
A fragile, humble, meek little hiss
'Maybe its the love we all miss?
The hate lingers on, a terrible cyst
If we can remember the good, and forget the rest
Wouldn't it really be for the best?'

Few try to hold on to this little voice
And it's this thought that does persist
So maybe if we make enough noise
This future could really exist