don't fear the darkness - revised

Threading through the forest of memory
the thickest of the branches clouded ways that would
otherwise be the fuel for the fire in your heart.
The hunters way is dampened, but the hunted
he makes a light of integrity and justice.
If only the call of knowledge was easy to decipher
for between the fore fathers and what they didn't know,
to our parents, and their children’s children,
who stare at the new generation: Civility a thing of fantasy.
Blame is thrust around upon majestic sticks of glory,
in metallic and frivolous pink armies storming the streets.
For the sake of nothing. Nothing is the brightest star
the one with lesser than the least of the evils
to understand is to wander through the darkest forest
even if you can not ride upon the lusty horse.
Shout as you want to shout and scream as you want to scream.
The tree's will hear you, divinity would be broken when uttered
so childhood deceives you in the memory of a darker time.