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In Battles of Our Own

In battles of our own A man will live to advance home Through a variation in a dream In faulty idol flowing stream An ellapsed tongue had tainted my inner vision In battles of our own, Shattered silence through scattered temperaments choose Within it's vested silence in scourge of desire It comes down to the pivotal wire We then choose to socially internalize Yet when will we ever live to realize In battles of our own when we are a long way off from home In dreams filled with violence ever needing In sorrowful intention remorse without having any meaning Through an opened window of hope we vaguely see a reason to believe A given chance at victory for one to safely stay Through inner torn pain in shattered misery In battles of our own A house without an actual home A pulse by which to skip a single beat A couple in which to meet & greet Shattered dreams in vested plans Hoping someday we will all live to understand Depart from me! In much pain one's inner character can ensue Through heart ache and inner turmoil Some have waited too long for making water to boil They take the baked potatoe out yet without first checking the aluminum foil Depart from me you workers of iniquity You often will lie in wait in order to deceive Within violent vanquished thorns proned to demonic destruction! We often will walk through long lines leading to eternal misery Depart from me in cloven turned ivy briars that are stained green We then launch out with self attached to a rocky foundation Those who are self seekers will soon come to nothing yet vanished The anguish in your inner soul will fold amidst its rubble In place of calmness their will be that of double trouble A wretched scream of swollen discord for now silently filtered Your heart is a door mat bent toward Hell's destruction! The weary traveler will depend upon We spend our days in idol proned temperament all alone Shadows from a battered soul in complete darkness then comes the fullest light No oe ever said the heavenly way would be easy Many simply base their whole existence on faulty extremeties!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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