Internal Infernal 4
Rage seems to seep inside me these days
Must exhale and extract the pain,
Without loss there can be no gain
Most dont know that thunder rolls either ways
I ask myself if my thoughts sound insane
But perfect clarity pours faster through like the rain
Ready as i aim
As my soul trains,
Coming battles of the fray
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2018
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