The Silent Truth

the hidden truths the silent truths you come to bury me but i just may bury you the burden carries me further by every step the pain i suffered has carried me so close to hell you better carefully measure the methods you be using against me and if they're excessive toward my demise then i wish you success nothing to reminisce but only my regrets as i counter them with subliminal messages stung by the whelps that com from bull netals i can see the mountains from miles the countrysides full of nothing but rebels as a catalyst to catapults the counter measure to balance the force of the battlefront, tragedies and triumphs, and principalities and the power's force and frankly yes that's a mouthful like a sea of troubles so far at this point we are incompatible, a branch snaps cracks feel the power shift ,a shallow heart feels the shadow's kiss, from where the war was raged from here to Shiloh to the cornfields