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soulbound prayers
i am my own worst nightmare
caught in the middle of misfortune
fathertime
with ladyluck i do not care to share
my body is seperate of my mind
what i say and do
is different than what i wish to achieve
the art of perfecting the harmony of such perfection
to do what i say
and say what i mean
and prove it 
to set me free

yet the game you play to drive me crazy
blame game
pawns putting the king in check
three moves ahead of the corner my mind is being put into
i try to scramble away
and yet the inevitable familiar mistake

loathing the unfortunate scenaria
ill dignified justice
unjust chariot with wheels before the horse
if it doesn't make sense
how could it be
yet evolution claims victoms of many false prophets
we just call them scientists

my body tells my mind how comfortable i should be
in my own skin
my soul akin to the thoughts of the way i feel towards my maker
and surroundings
happiness lies within
the art of which lies in the art of the madman making sense
of the schism of the checkmate
three moves to sidestep
of the next victom to hide behind
the day i say what i wish i would
and act accordingly
perhaps to popular demand
a sellout to some
a happy person in question
the truth of health of body mind and soul
philosophers stolen stone
soulbound prayers in such akashik records

cynical eyes
hiding behind your humour
consequences for laughing
the day of atonement
to make you truly happy
no bloodbath but a crying game
mentally cornered so you can live with yourself
and not shatter every mirror
and paint over yourself
\the same picture you may be led to believe
others tell themselves

the art of talking yourself out of going crazy
the art of looking sane
the balance of what is happening and shutting down
performing your own feat of unequal measures
to gain back your own power taken back from the people
in epic battles fought over in legacies so fathers and mothers of torture
can rest

body mind and soul
i hope one day have the burden of the walking contradiction i be aligned
to the beauty i desire
leave the lies 
comit to understanding
the truth sets many free
longing for no more confusion in how to communicate my own prayers
and have poor karma dampening my actions
the spiral out of hand
the hands inside my head
actions speak louder than words
blind leading the blind

eye for an eye
we can see out of one eye at least
but for what price do we go deaf?
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