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The Adversaries of the Wicked Past

I didn’t mean to interrupt you, But I must leave you for a while I didn’t mean to alarm you in any way possible, But…I’ll be back – I’m not a deleted file The walls are haunting me… Intimidating me… The pictures are bringing me back bittersweet memories Tainted miseries… The floors are soon to be Full of dust, dirt and dust bunnies The sky’s skillfully shelters the Earth’s inhabitants The ocean…and its mesmerizing motion Grazes playfully above disconsolate clouds The hills and mountains Brings me higher in happy states It uplifts the blue and the morose things My brain spins faster than the Earth’s axis And I finally flee… From the chaos that tries to attack me I don’t want to cause corruption in this World of Woe Don’t subside from the truth That sets us free from the snare Run faster than that silly hare I won’t give in to enrapturing rue But I mustn’t break the boundaries Or be stuck in between… I missed out and I haven’t a clue What you’ve gone through, Forget about The adversaries of the wicked past They stepped foot in my mind’s eye They lie about everything that comes to pass; they try to bring them below their feet They cry out for your whole being…they’re left incomplete Bu, you’re a different story A future full of glory Dismiss the depression wars Devour the adversaries, always wanting more and more and more The demons will keep exploring The land of squandering quarrels You, on the other hand, must discover The peace-abiding angels that have more in store They whisper in our ears: “Don’t look back in the perilous past, Move forward into the unknown future, Cast away the sorrows of yesterday And hope for a triumphant tomorrow!”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 5/6/2014 4:26:00 AM
5th on the list: This is equal parts eerie/weird/dark/angry/sad/brooding. I love it. It's as massive as a rushing river and it's very imposing.
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