I Know Where I'm Going

From what I've said I will not run

For my mind is the master of my tongue

My beliefs in kind I will always defend

For my thoughts are the catalyst for my pen

If consequences await my actions wrong

To my troubled fate I make myself fond

As a mother to her young or a snake to the high grass

I won't loathe the stops made on my life's path

To change and alter my route I refuse

The bountiful pleasures of the world I'll abuse

Whether for bliss or to attend a detachment felt

From a world where hate and wrath is desirably quelled 

For what my heart bleeds and what my mind has wrought

Is demonized and god's court is sought

To judge and punish the demon but never the conditions

Never to heal what creates this wicked intuition

As my faith in model axioms unravels

And as the fires of Hell inflame my path's gravel

Indifferent and unknowing of where my next destination may be

But solace in where my foul path leads