Hidden Purpose
breakIng free, my demons come,
through fAithless walls of pride and fear
aNd though I try my best to hide,
it seems though its Never Enough
to save mE from the power of the Dark
for mY weapOns power far excedes that of metals alone,
piercing mUch deeper then the Surface,
burning the sOul within,
the sweet irony in itself, that is my untiMely death
woUld surely follow swiftly there in
at the feet of these transaCtions past
but even witH as the sounds play on,
of the world crashing down around me
I feel The pure sensations, the essence of the good witHin
the need, the Urge, the calling foR my truesT purpoSe
what i was inteded for, AND all I couLd Only be within this
and eVerything can mElt awaY,
and disseaper intO the nothingness it trUly is,
for My Only desiRe is to bE in my purpose alone,
To care and tend to it, till it too can fully bloom
to wHat it was all intEnded to be
my shell has cracked, and No more cAn i hide
the NecessarY for my purpose To join me witHin
and finally take It's place iN mine for Good.
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