I am Drunk

This is the lyrical pit
Where thoughts are spit
Washed and hung up to dry
Under the influence
Of God's watchful eye
There are thoughts
To be seen and revealed
Budding like a precious rose
To expose internal beauty
And the deadly consequences
Of what the mind is and wants
Does it make sense
Probably not at all
These words fall from the mouth
Due to a drunken waterfall
Of internal conflicts
And struggles of the heart
Pierced by realistic scenarios
And societies evil ways
Woe unto you who hates
And argues and debates
That love and peace are dead
When they are still alive
Deep within mankind's head
As a fragile thought
That must be fought for
Amen