When man must live for others.
Shouldn’t cut the strings that connect his team.
Self should be omitted and let more than two heads reign.
Minds are open to pleas and opinions.
Common goal must be achieved to defeat cruelty of ego.
Diverse ideas should be shifted into coarse particle of plan.
A plan that serves as the backbone of hardwork.
To come up with a masterpiece, the finest weapon.
In the middle of battlefield where victory is the queen.
Chaos had been planted six feet under the ground.
Batallion of soldiers were ready to slash wicked men.
Weapons were dull, shields were melted.
Bombs of insecurity polluted their minds.
One’s thought, he’s the man of wisdom, the man of intelligence.
They’ve turned into weakest as they were defeated.
Their necks were cut, humility was lost.
Meeting death without realizing each other’s worth.
Massive strength was disregarded for they were the strongest.
Without opening one’s heart and letting ideas to grow.
Friendship was wilted and died without witnessing the beauty of oneness.
Crab mentality breaking the jar of teamwork.
Reminding themselves they’re better than their colleagues.
Were isolated in a room of humiliation.
Were desperate in looking for a legacy.
One, two, three, where were they?
Were they hypnotized by demonic soul?
Or they’re just wearing their mask of greediness?
Can I catch their shadows?
Selfishness swathed on the dead men.
Men who used to think of their own sake.
Wrinkled minds were eaten by parasites.
Never been shared, never been spread.