Broken World

I feel the Isthmus ripping
It held my two worlds together
from the ambilical cord of the mother
Now mad men take it and break it
I am left tattered and torn apart.

My beliefs shattered in a sharp spray of mirrored glass
Dangerous beings of deception dance fast
Caught in the vortex of their fight
I emerge bleeding my blooded rage,
Their time will be done on the edge
of my vengeful hate.