Insighter from The Wheel by Stochastic Reaper

Chorus:
Why fight the outside,
when one finds it inside.

We're gifted with intelligence,
yet overwhelmed by negligence.
We think we're smart and strong,
ignoring all that goes wrong.

The darkness dwells deep inside,
it has the power to decide.
“I am the judge, I am the almighty,
all is mine and nothing for thee!”

Outsiders wage wars outside,
murdering all serenity in sight.
Serving arrogance, it enslaves.
Ourselves, this hubris slays.

Chorus:
Why fight the outside,
when one finds it inside.

The blade of hate severs unity,
persons fail, cut off from sanity.
If only mutual aid prolongs the lifespan,
why is this torture part of the plan?

The ultimate battle, you master within,
blessed and awake, calmly breathing.
Without selfish agendas, one can be free,
cultivating the world to a certain degree.

One can be free, to a certain degree.

Chorus:
Why fight the outside,
when one finds it inside.

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