Ring

Running ragged
I'm running out of time
Camped in the desert
Seeking peace of mind
Not able to find
Whats beneath the rind
Doing the daily grind
Unable to unwind
I sit on my hind
That's too much of a rhyme
Change it up.
Rights.
Bound tightly within my head is a sense of longing,
A depth of dread
The far seeing eye of time is blind to the truth I don't already know.
I once thought I knew
And would have no more doubt.
The my knowledge was truth.
But to find that my haunches were falsified,
Denied,
Insecticide,
Came patiently and without fear
Knowing in the end
The God I doubted
Would show Himself to be true,
Though now as before
I consider the weight of honor.
"Cause not your brother to stumble."
To turn away would be a fearsome objective,
Falsify, deny, insecticide

And it spreads.