Potential of Passion

[Chilli]

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A certified genius by the age of four
He lives his life in a wild state of awe
Obsessed with the question of what’s beyond perception
The possible ascension that’ll save the poor
He excels at his studies and obeys the law
Thanks the lord for the way he’s been raised and taught
He’s gonna change it all with his crazy thoughts
Until two raging agencies wage a war
He hates them all but forced to fight for their ideals
Or he’ll be labeled traitor for tryna find his mind’s skills
He’s like “I don’t want my life to be defined by my kills
I don’t want my 9 to 5 to be a life of crime!” still
The humans pursue Darwinian nature
Refusing to use the cognition we’re made for
Brilliant young minds are sentenced into action
They’ll never realize the potential of their passions

Our terrified soldier glides between the trees
Trying to be discreet, too tired to even speak
Tirelessly abiding the tyrants he despises
But finds the fight inside him to try to keep his feet
This meek geek’s been fighting week to week
The sirens denying him silence deep in sleep
His brain dead comrades smiling cheek to cheek
Too blind to recognize a mine beneath their feet
He keeps his rifle close in case he spies an enemy
Every single movement could place his life in jeopardy
But deep down he knows that these enemies are friends
And whatever he pretends, he hates to fire his weaponry
The ANZACs creeps into a village
Driven by the thought it’s evil that they’re ridding
As the gunfire’s replaced by the screaming of the women
He realizes these are good people that he’s killing

A war “hero”, scarred by the choices he made
Forty years have passed but their voices remain
He chose the wrong path and was poisoned by pain
When he watched Vietnam be destroyed by the flames
He was a boy on a plane, sent to fight for his nation
Fought in the name of God but went and signed it to Satan
Western people started buying and wasting
And he realised he killed for a life of complacence
Defying the culture, he refused to breed
He couldn't be a cog in this crude machine
Consumer greed grew to be a true belief
That this was all to life; in computer screens
Where we tease the nerd, but praise the beauty queen
He thinks about all the slaughtered human beings
Who live inside his mind, haunting through the screams
So he lives his life like a live lucid dream
If you saw him now you would swear he was insane
But you don’t understand all the caring in his brain
Police moved him off the streets; sent him to a faction
Our genius denied the potential of his passion