The Clones

My vision is softened
With flat color tones
Seeing fake appearances
Multiplying like clones

Drowning in cultures
With multitudes of mystery
Unless material objects
Destroy all history

A war fought within
Altered egos and pride
Greed wont fill the void
Hope you soul hasn't died

Weapons that take life
Spread the cancer of hate
Symptoms simply avoided
the obvious, our chosen fate

My mind is the real battle
Truth existing between pages
Written for all to see
The fight my heart wages