The P who’s an O

There's a prophecy that I've been told,
that all men are born to be bold.
If not, are you not told to be mold into a victim of society's ignorant woes?

I've heard that the pen is mightier the sword.
But is it mightier than the gun?
"There are wars to be won,
for the benefit of the son.”

Can we withstand this heat that are hearts boldly beat?
We can no longer stand on our own two feet.
We are inspired by the meaning of those bloody machetes.

We have gone a long way from the world that we left.
We run around screaming of this worldly theft.
But aren't we all to blame for what was bent?
Oh, Lord, here we go again.

I shall not use thy name in vain?
But I shall swing my axe in thy holy name?
"Please forgive me, I have sinned, caused pain.
Oh no, we cannot stop, we are not to blame."

We chose to create our mathematics our fate.
We have reached the emphasis of our base.
Our legs grow weary in this journey of a chase.
C’mon, c’mon, lets annihilate!

Do you see my friends, can you hear?
Something is growing, it is our fears.
We worry about what we did today,
but worry is false, we go on to play.

But please, never mind me.
I'm just an observer of those things that we see.
Of those things that we ignored that we are told no more.
We have no heroes, they’ve all flown to hide in our dreams.

Simplistically, is it infinite?
I'm just being Pessimistically Optimistic.