Wicked Tactics
Fever pitch dreaming
finding waves;
in amble forgiveness
touching God's grace,
but never realizing the truth
dragging through life,
always bleeding
from the begging,
empty hands;
grasp for quantity
desperately dull,
seeking lies
instead of lasting peace,
worldly delusion;
blocking my point of view
breaking rightful freedoms,
testing hearts for their grief
miserably misunderstood,
lacking basic knowledge
to give little relief,
I'm fond of the memories
running beneath my skin,
taking on wicked tactics
untill the bitter end.
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