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Deliverance

I remember those times of unawareness. The innocent circle of found trust. Its purity and purpose voicing its strategy, before the fallen chips of caution led to tragedy. Perhaps spotting our pursuit through these lands of grassy plains, where classy dames sip tequila and deceive the family name. I struggle with challenge the arrow of cupids aim, in a kevlar suit burning in a sodium lithium flame. We listen to opinions to make up our own, we hear and we think, and we urge to be grown. A prophetic miracle some says pathetic to believe in, with an acrid bitterness and refuse what they're seeing. A distant group of archers camouflaged amongst the woods. Stood freezing there like statues like hidden busts they would, Move if they could, but something takes a hold and the rest of us conceal ourselves in the safety of our homes. Fearing the autonomous and the documents they grasp. Us occupants are promised choice though its dominance they hand. Like Romulus I'll disappear in the storm and send the tidal waves to shore like in the bible. Roaring floods off Babylon for serving other idols. In this basic life style riled up with rivaling sides of my minds vitals. Brain child wildly rifling through his lifes cycle. Once upon a times a lie you live untill the end. Through these winters discontent hibernating waiting for the summer time again, but summer came and went without the sun, instead was wet. Self confidence a strength which some of us pretend. We learn as we grow older like owls grey and wise my friend You cant take anything you own from life over into death. It makes sense to have the things you want while you can before the call. Yet remember when you have it it's not good to want for more. Come hither with haste and stay with me my saviour, let us break, the ties that bind together all animosity and hate. Its an anomaly we face and confessions we should make. Knowing a smart enemy hits where you surely think you're safe.

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