Eternal Battles: the Good, the Bad and the Within, Part Iii
PART III: THE BATTLEFIELD
Kingdom of Adam, Kingdom of Satan
Among us HE exists preaching his constitution
And conspiracies
Oh What Wicked Witty conspiracies
“Blame on the Lord” HE whispers
Oh yes, simple relief of a great poet
Playing greatly on the Bun of words
I’m Buried in the duties of life and
Burdened by the holy ones,
I Rose I Rose Maya Angelou,
I was burned by the lies,
Defeated by sorrows and murdered by neglect
Exiled my identity in a vast dry Sahara
Rambling through the sands of life
Overwhelmed by the gigantic landscape;
And it comes again
The consecutive Sandstorm,
HIT
HIT
HIT
I’m abandoned, I’m lonely, and I’m weak
My thirst is consuming me
Yearning a tiny drop of forgiveness
And then the shining reflection,
The sudden revelation,
I’m infatuated by its distinct aroma and now I pursue its path
Like abrupt Goosebumps acquired from a good tragedy
I was stimulated and inspired,
Digging through the burrows of my deepest troubles
And confusion there it was an unveiled well
A volcanic eruption of yet another Identity;
My identity
I stood straight and strong..Filled my punched hole of
Miseries in my guts and this time;
I raised my flags of victory
PartIII of the main Poem "Eternal Battles"
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