Out of the Weeds and Into the Desert For Forty Days.
Topography
Master of this I try to now master my life
I will map out these areas to avoid strife
I go now into the ancient land
With nothing but spear in hand
All your possessions I demand
Even from mountaintop evil deeds I saw
Now in the swamp I see War is Law
Mortuary
Soldiers demand it even if spirits leave bodies
Even if theirs need the lie in piles spread through out lobbies
Purgatory
Praying all my thoughts stay sane
Praying I won't stay on this insane train.
Praying the bullets miss my brain
I need a way out
Need faith without a doubt
I need to ascend
I need to amend
Copyright © George Gabriel | Year Posted 2010
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