To flee to another planet

Nuclear Weapons, Bio Warfare, Banned Chemicals
We've created many weapons, but can't cure hunger
We can consume this world, with fire in 15 minutes
We've chosen our end when its entirely unnecessary
Bullets, bombs, pandemics, can't hope for miracles
We've done it to ourselves, over and over the limits
The only answer is grace, or annihilation by robots
Or flee to another planet, with nothing but beauty
And let us start over, mindful of the things we lost
Change our behavior, start counting the final cost
Do not hesitate, the time is counting
All the dead will be uncounted
And earth will be a graveyard

A Reason to See it as Sacred

Spartans gathered, at the front of a pass, awaiting battle

An enemy was certain to arrive, only a matter of time
A cloud of dust, a thunder of feet announced the arrival
The massive Persian army came through Thermopylae
The Greek name meant Hot Gates, to some it was holy
First the Spartans fought the Immortals, proving the lie
Eventually numbers told, as did a betrayal by a traitor
After 300 faced 120,000, it was consecrated in blood
299 died, 1 sent to tell all of Greece, the Spartans died
Thermopylae was now sacred, born anew in courage
The war for all of Greece was hard but we now knew
The cost to Persia was enormous, and now they know
No one can invade our land, and think we won't resist
For we are first Greeks, and second, we are SPARTA!

No Longer Imprisoned

I'm the burden, lost in the modern world's understanding of worth
Born of rape, judged different from the rest, I was thought a curse
But my life was redeemed in the end, I found truth in my life path
Those who abandon me, and my friendship, I will have forgotten
Better live for a perfect judge, than change for those a false wrath

I am no longer imprisoned in my mental prison, I will be free

The Funeral

How many tears did they cry
How many hours were spent
In deep mourning or depth of pain
For the one they hated in life
Would their heart ever be rent
For that one making them insane
All their movement of the life
Then spent in despair and sorrow
Rather than joy, they endured a cold rain

Just Screw your Demand for Conformity

How dare I have asked, never to be invited
With an ire of so many unleashed, a misery
This life I've endured, I have barely survived
Life isn't guaranteed, a future isn't promised
I've a dislike for questions, nor any mystery
I'd rather exist alone, than address the crowd
My tribe screams for conformity or my death
Rather I fall to hate than give them my flesh
They've no reason, but despising my being
I'm alive, I know I'm different, even unique
Get your mediocre, flawed hands off me