My Callings - Ultimatum

How can virtue be mocked, like it is vile
Why is it that it is questioned, doubted, and not worthwhile,
How can anything be of a true blessing
When at the end, all is taken back, for the sake of my Callings.

Treading the ground, so common, and yet not a taken path
Holding my tongue, even when fuming with wrath,
Struck down, repeatedly, and yet steadfastly, got back onto the feet
What torment, these routines, yet, can't write in a defeat,
For there is always the new found of strength and might
Instilled deep inside, like magic, there is the will to fight,
Ad-hoc virtues, shattered, torn apart, and pieces scattered
Is there an ultimatum objective, to endure these all much longer...

To wake each day with a sense of purpose
To swallow one's pride, and remained composed,
To endure endlessly, the scorn of those who came into life
Yet allowing, every opposing sense to be deprived.

There is a smile that is ready to be wiped off the face
The arms so weary of anymore embrace,
There is goodness, gradually reformed
Subtle wickedness will slowly brew up a storm,
The questioned merits has brought too much of a damage
The body, soul and mind, has been scarred and outraged,
The intrisic worth, that so few admired
Yet the admiration is so questionable, it is not desired,
While the degration that comes naturally
Has been welcomed with open arms, and lingered on endlessly.

My Callings, here is the ultimatum
Years after years, searching for the answers that won't come,
Is this persecution that must be endure with a certain purpose
For every rationale, the burden is almost unbearable
Journey after journey, soon the will be weaker
And Death will be welcome with open arms, extended.

My Callings, there is an ultimatum
Crush the spirit till its dying bits, and the day will doomed,
The mind will be so twisted with all good and bad thoughts
The right and the wrong, no longer can be sought,
There will never be a justice
This will just be this, and this will be it!

My Callings - Ultimatum
Pushed to the brink of no return,
Shame to those who can't see the monster they have groomed
For they so freely, condemned the kindness, to its doom.