One day at a time You count your blessings Then continue to court mine So cautious you are yet you throw yourself into the gears with ease Ive fallen into an ocean of deceit And youre holding onto the last life vest With . . .
The lies hold downThe ones you claim to loveThe tears you feign Are judged by God aboveGo turn away the massesThe sickness and immersionWhy does it carry on?Your tongue spits forth the lies of serpentsBe sure that your s . . .
A Reverse of ProgressTo step back in regressionAn ambush of feelingsA losing Battle of tearsLet’s tear down this façade,Let’s turn away this dark pastRedirect the madnessThe time for change has begunBrin . . .
Calibrate the virus Fold down the edges and call openness fatalistic Count to ten; close your eyes Carrying your dismay by the buckets full Dumping them into a river of fortune Up stream lies gratification Swim with the . . .
Silence, brokenThe waves no longer crash On the virgin shoresThe red blood stainsThe hands of the deadTrumpets ring outThe war has begunThe second coming of the LordTrumpets ring for us to hearNo pity for those who shunN . . .
Your life painted before you Stolen by the most uneducated of thieves Her smiles intoxicating So let me make a toast to revival I have enough on my chest to write a novel And thats where it will stay until your ears are . . .
Frantically running through the catacombs of peril So far from hollow A nightmare interpreted into something so beautiful Flooding your senses like tsunami of light Inferiority races through your veins Monumental photogr . . .
even your martyr wears his best suit to this affairlogical reasoning is something you should shoot fori'll aim for the sky myselfsoaring above our cityyour heart loses its balance and plummets to this earthnow i walk in . . .
poetry written in a tongue that only you and i can readwe forget the world with one prolonged embracemarching to the beat of a near end songyour crystal facade cracks quietlywith the legend of the mantis still fresh in m . . .
this dream i'm living will never endwhen i attempted to place your abominations into wordsyou fled with disgustlions weep at the sight of their own weaknessthe day's darkness overwhelms our spiritsi'm still fortunate eno . . .
Father accept these handsI pray with tear filled eyesAnd beg Lord take my lifeYou and I will start againI searched for you, once I found youNow I will not let temptationTake my soul, my heart, my SaviorThis means everyth . . .
the stubble on my face engraves my lack of compassioni'm counting grass blades to pass the timequeen-sized comfort awaits my tired eyesremember me?i'm your satire's locksmithyou referred to the way of the sword as hopede . . .
the stubble on my face engraves my lack of compassion i'm counting grass blades to pass the time queen-sized comfort awaits my tired eyes remember me? i'm your satire's locksmith you referred to the way of the sword as h . . .
You lose yourself in the midst of the worldMy heart weeps at the sight of it allYour soul can fade so far awayTo never return from that placeThat night God made Himself so realfaçade of teared acceptanceDid he reside . . .
even your martyr wears his best suit to this affairlogical reasoning is something you should shoot fori'll aim for the sky myselfsoaring above our cityyour heart loses its balance and plummets to this earthnow i walk in . . .
Staring at a tree split in two Asking yourself if you can mend its natural bane Perseverance falls to the floor shattering into a million pieces Categorizing failures rigorously You conserve light by staring with your ey . . .
The stubble on my face engraves my lack of compassion Im counting the grass blades to pass the time Queen-sized comfort awaits my tired eyes Remember me? Im your satires locksmith You referred to the way of the sword as . . .
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