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The Promise I Plan To Break
I have walked the Earth and now my path tapers, twisted ambivalence has me dancing on the razor, contamination seeps through every reinforced layer, I aim at two protectors but which one is the traitor? Already exhausted, no finish line to this race. From my sincere change I feel myself disengage. Jingling in my pocket the keys to this cage, am I surrendering or is it war that I wage? My patience is pumping on a single cylinder, once sacred vows now just repetitive literature, once sweet purity has turned to vinegar, once felt liberty has left me a prisoner. Two-faced allegiance to Mickey Mouse revolutions, so I discard my armor and dive into their solutions. Clarity blurs and thin convictions turn translucent, I writhe in arrogance to reduce wholesome convolution. Forfeited composure, how could I glorify these nights? With no more standards to lower I lose sight of my plight, I reach over my shoulder and stick in the knife, my blood runs colder as I get closer to the afterlife. Foundations once solid now expelled as vomit, no more strain to change or force to be honest, my heart shudders with disgrace as I break this promise. Now I cower to a place where the broken are flawless, circling the drain...finally, I'm home again.
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