My Existence
Tarnished in the power I harnessed from God,
While wallowing in moments not kept track of in history,
Victory I target while shaking the pasts fake facades.
My futures path still a evident mystery.
Eloquent with the cadence of a broken soul,
Imperfections arise with the suppression of freedoms,
Whatever will be, will be,- no speaking about the underlying motives or goals.
Lay me to rest in a place of suffering in all seasons.
I surrender to the cards I've been dealt and concur:
I shalt not play those same cards by the guidelines.
I remember the light that only death could make occur ,
Still I feel colder than the abyss in a 1000 lifetimes.
My Existence
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