Power

Like a flower it helps mankind blossom

A taste of it feels like freedom

Renegades are the ones known to attain such a status

Through it a man becomes a sage regardless of the age

As it unveils the strength that surpass that of a mage

Black or white he willingly accepts the bondage

Cause without all he feels is rage

Yet keeps him in a dark cage like a hostage

Leaves deep wounds that cannot be patched with bandage

As it bleeds out it results in the distraction of a man’s mind, than a grenade could cause

In pursuit of it , a degenerate he shall become

For he clings on the hope that he will become great again

Thinking the rain will wash the nightmares away

But is it worth the pain