Victory
We humbly made our abode out on the blank marked page
It was there we reliquished a sigh of relief
Through tempers a fire just to fill a sincere want & desire
In height of temporal anticipation
We live our lives in humble gratitude
Victory
Marked on a blotted page yet clearly intact
Through a filter we can nurse our trouble
Tempers a fire in direct service toward one another;
Victory came suddenly out on its blotted scheme
In pulsating fervor we can hear a vile scream
In the fire of affliction where sounds of a cry seem deafening
Gone our the days with fervant craze
In temporal adjustment lying blanket in some haze
The vine has been cracked in sore appease contemplation
Perhaps were in need of a rest on some long awaited vacation?
In inner longing trapped variation
The twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
A soul pressed hard in instant isolation
Stregnth comes in numbers yet that is doubled
We as a society have become infected sorely troubled
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