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I’ve been stuck on the back of your mind for years
Trying to develop a pattern that is within your thought process
See you were my first project..
Not that I had any other options, but I was kind of indirectly assigned to you
Funny thing is that you might not ever know because I have different identities
You see I’ve been trying to develop a relationship with you
Something sort of secretive because if I told you then your mind would not be able
to comprehend
I mean your mind is my best friend so I guess that makes me part of your cerebrum
In a way I AM a part of your thought process
Sometimes you meet me, and sometimes you don’t
What I’ve done is watch your actions grow but not you yourself
Trying to play (beanie mean my-knee Moe) with your emotions to see which ones to
play tag with
Your decisions expand but your reasoning seems to diminish over time
You tend to act upon emotion but not motion itself
See I’ve been meaning to tell you that I’ve watched all of your mistakes
Desperately SCREAMING at you so that I can prevent another one from happening
I’ve been trying to stop the influences that bring you in circles…….
I am the one who’s been telling you right from wrong and sometimes left…you
between the ups and downs
My voice has been keeping you from committing verbal suicide, and going on a
mental pause
It is my voice that has been stopping you from messing with those people, in that
place, with those things, at the same price with the pace of a million nothings
It is I who has been telling you from the start to never trust what you can’t believe
in but also act within reason
But yet like always you ignore me…
You neglect my advice and the paths that I try to lead you on
You tell yourself things as if to mimic my existence
Often times you would feel good about your decisions but I will always be knocking
on your door
You have been close to reaching a point where everything makes sense
Where you have analyzed things and pick them apart so nothing seems out of the
ordinary
But you ignore that little sense of reasoning and then dust it away with ignorance
I am........... your conscience
.
Form:
The horrors began with a hush
as banking empires locked their doors
to balance grand consolidations
and whittle tender values down.
Upon resurrection, crowds gathered
attempting to withdraw marrow wealth.
Rotting complacency filled the vaults
while floating paper clogged the aisles.
We slumped on curbs without rent,
begging for food priced beyond range.
Work dwindled with no business loans,
seething mobs raged through the streets.
Tricked humans succumbed to changes
demanded by the serpent line,
implants to track and shape the flesh
as decreed by prodigal lies.
Rival factions gathered forces
fighting networks of gridwork goons
with just sticks and fists aimed to quash
haughty golems gunning to kill.
In the cripple caverns, kids wailed
at each mortar shell blasting through.
Some reached for guns, or drugs, or love,
yet seldom did they feel alive.
Above the clamor of destruction
rose a voice of reason and passion
asking with tenacity why we
choose to buy the lies of these tyrants.
"No time left to borrow:
black day, black morrow!
We alone can end this sorrow."
Left and right, we lowered our guard
as brother recognized brother
behind the grim technology,
rising as one mass to reclaim life.
In a voice filled with conviction
our defender offered just plans
as the bulldog of liberty
he opened our eyes to the guise.
It took seven days for us to meet
at the seat of all benediction
with the heart of the globe resounding
to humanity's cries for redemption.
Whenever evil looms to hunt
I stand firm upon my beliefs
thanks to Blackmorrow's quest for fact
and the grace of united souls.
The voice of one is crying out in the night.
Trying to be heard when nothing is going right.
Always trying hard to do their very best,
When sounds all around are mocking you, and
You’re trying to find some rest.
The voice of one is crying, wanting to be heard.
Sitting in the shadows, trying not to be scared.
Scared of being right when others are doing wrong.
The voice of one needing to stand up and be strong.
One can make a difference when their voice is heard.
When they stand up against their avengers and not bow down to fear.
The voice of one crying in silence can not be heard,
They must come to the front and not hang back in the rear.
The voice of one must stand their ground,
They must not give in to other’s defiant sounds.
They must stand firm and not give up on hope.
The voice of one will prevail when all others cannot cope.
The voice of one….
Can you be that one to cry out for the meek?
Can you speak out for the young and those who are so weak?
Can you be the voice that is wanting to be heard?
The voice of only one..
is all the world deserve.
Ezekiah 22:30 And I sought for a man among hem, that should make up the hedge and stand in
the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it: but I found none….
Form:
At the time of my darkest hour
When my spirit began to cower
A small voice whispered in my ear
Be still, fear not for i am here
It said I am with you always
And walk with you day by day
I know your troubles and heartaches
Cast them aside at my feet for your sake
I knew I'd heard that voice before
And I wished to here it more
The soft whisperings filled my head
I went where the holy spirit led
Some people may call me crazy
What they think doesn't matter to me
So what if I hear a voice
Because of it I made the right choice
When I couldn't go on he lifted me up
And with love he filled my cup
Because of God's miracle I'm here today
I walk with Jesus and that's how I'll stay