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My Energy
You have burnt the energy out of me so that you can be happy You have burnt the courage out of me so that you can go on a shopping spree, you have burnt the energy out of me to fulfill your ruthless destiny. You have drained the wisdom out of me, so that you can gallivant with your friends and company. Everywhere I go the red attire follows me around , looking at me with curiosity and a smile that is running a hundred miles. They stand on the corner poking fried chicken legs in their jawbones, and licking their finger and staring at me. The days are rolling by and my spirit is listening to their innate cry, the cry for more knowledge, a cry that drains the conscience out of the earth, a cry that makes my spirit hurts.And the sky with all its prejudice sits at the corner shop shouting with its friends as the latter part of the day peeps from behind caressing a Spirt that is divine. And when the day is done the earth will melt with courage and everyone will have fun. Just as I have thought of it the color red with boldness on its face keeps searching for people to enter the race. "The color red love you" the digi cell sales man growled beneath his disappointed throat, trying to figure out what I was about. You have burnt the energy out of me to wash your hands out of your misery, you have drained the energy out of me, so that I can sing your priceless songs they are all of tune when I listen at noon. You have burnt the energy out of me to appease your ego and bad behavior. You have burnt the energy out of me to drink and salute with your friends and cronies. You showed no compassion, and you wanted me dead but the angels surrounded my bed. They were on my side and my faith stood up to the fight. What was all this sacrifice for, just to attend a secret ball? with dinner plate arranged on long table and champagne spilling in the air? What was this all about? for you to look at me and shout and listen to the music as it fills the place with its lyrical sound? And when courage pays the price you have to get up and fight. Fight like you have never fought before, fight until you reach the top of the floor, and in the middle of the night you have to hold onto wisdom when you close your eyes, and destiny will treat you with unmerited love. You have drained my energy and I have made some enemies. But my path is rekindled with the energy of the rising sun. I am sitting here looking for something to share, my heart and my spirit bears diligence to thee, and the sorrows that have blown over me. The days cannot compensate for itself and the heavens cannot glorify itself but the days can only speaks for itself. You have gambled with my life, and I have paid a terrible sacrifice but I am still alive and my willpower is more powerful than a strong man.My energy is rising.
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