Too Much

Is it such a crime to care
    that we be punished for it?
Is it such perverse madness
    that heart bleeds constantly?
    No tears here flow
    Only heart-spirit exhausted
    Famished in empty void
Is kindness such horrid thing?
    Taking and taking!
    humanity gobbling in gluttony!
    Hidden in darkest corners---
    Abandoned, forgotten, lost
    Amidst cynicism of worldly affairs
Is this not our responsibility?
Our useless righteous fury!
Is youth such an offense
    that when we be older---
    only choice lie be bully or be bullied?
    Here we see only through jaded eyes
Such we be that those closest can do the worst evil
When Family be the instrument of destruction
    Flying above like vultures
    Awaiting carcass rotting in this desert,
Is this our Gom Jabbar?
Such we be that Love
    Is not warm touch but fiery hell
Such we be that Love
    Is not compassion but cold fury
Love is Blade driven right at the heart!
Love is mindlessness, utter ruin
    Every kindness given, only abused
    Every care offered freely, used
    Every Peace, a gift all thrown asunder
    Such is this bloody world!
That Old Wooden Cross? Better be burned!
    Over time His message of Love,
    'Tis nothing more than absolute perversion!
    No peace, we find only this empty void
    Where hope's burning light should be,
The good we do, it be useless trash!
Sickening, nauseating: Evil be our very nature!
Is Frost's question our only choice?
For world's end is Fire our favour?
    Dogs of War in their havoc devour!
    True effectiveness certainly!
Ice perhaps for destruction?
    Is it not also great?
    Don't those Klingon warriors say---
    “Tis a dish best served cold”?!
Let loose winter-fury! Fire and Ice Together!!!
    Icy revenge burns much better!
Where does this leave us now?
    Old, burnt, abused Cross we still carry
    A heritage we can not discard
    Though we may its name forget---
    That was never it, His teachings pave way
Nobody said it was easy!
There are days like this---
    We be blind, deaf, mute!
    Wishing we be Fremen
    That we may wrap that black-green banner
    And into the desert wonder---
    To find peace at our own term,
Our mind may be exhausted,
Our heart may be drained,
Our soul may be weary,
Our spirit may be famished,
Yet crime we still commit---
    to care, we be punished for it!
    to be kind that we be abused!
Noise unfiltered, voices clawing
    demanding a piece of the carcass
Like winter-fury one hand on cold steel
    this black heart strikes back!
    Is Apathy not cold-fury too?
There is no such thing as mercy!
    We are way past it,
There is no such thing as forgiveness!
    Our kindness be abused,
Pray our time comes soon!
This path takes to hell's gates!
    When it be opened we be living
    Amidst brimstone-fire forever tormented
With cold winter-fury our heart be!
With black emptiness our soul be!
With drape dark shadows our spirit be!