My Existence

Tarnished in the power I harnessed from God, While wallowing in moments not kept track of in history, Victory I target while shaking the pasts fake facades. My futures path still a evident mystery. Eloquent with the cadence of a broken soul, Imperfections arise with the suppression of freedoms, Whatever will be, will be,- no speaking about the underlying motives or goals. Lay me to rest in a place of suffering in all seasons. I surrender to the cards I've been dealt and concur: I shalt not play those same cards by the guidelines. I remember the light that only death could make occur , Still I feel colder than the abyss in a 1000 lifetimes. My Existence