Necessary Evil
My words have traveled
into the valley of
the rendered Caesars.
I have turned my back on my
own words because of rejection.
Peace,since, has never been
found.
Being silenced is neither a gift
nor blessing.....
it's being a human less state of breath.
when all is chore,it is the betrayal
one seeks.
for the plight of my own soul
is mine.
How is it that I can cross
the threshold of its Golden purity,
live in the expression of artistic faith?
back to lands filled with epic gods,
valiant lords and nurturing maidens.
I seek my breath once again,
hear me advocate..
hear my plea.
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