Past The Point

Almost to the point where in the past I've given up, but this time

something keeps on telling me I've got to go on, so now I will try to

get the lead out of my blood and lose the paralyzing lies, that shower

from above. I must strengthen my constitution, I must gather my resolve,

I've got to muster every ounce of my resistance. Self inflicted doom has

left me open and exposed, to every sickness, every fallacy that's going

around, I will not succumb to the belief that others hold that there is

no defense against infection, as I've been told. We're tolerant to the

wrongs, dealt out with regularity, our toxic level is drawn from sheer

lack of humanity.