I fight day and night
I fight
Every light I see is of my own devices
Every dark moment i endure is of my own devices
I fight
Even if they say my light is another's
I fight
I hold onto my strength
And do not let their gods choose for me
this is my right
My fight
I will build myself up
Without your gods and demons
for my demons are more than your gods could fight
So here is sit
Fighting to be recognized throw my own ing plights.
I'll show my talents
In spite
Cause its my fight.
There is a heart as hard as a stone,
not responding to the good advice;
just beating in nonacceptance tone,
ignoring the words that are so wise.
A heart as soft as a Mamon bread
is easily hurt by sharp sentence;
the deep wound inflicted has just bled,
so long to heal as a consequence.
There’s a heart that desires to be two
inside the chest, confusing its mind;
being perplexed who will be the true
choice to be loved who’s one of a kind.
There’s an evil heart with an ill aim,
like Judas, its plan is to deceive;
it seems to play a clean and fair game,
when, in fact, all lies its preys receive.
But there is a heart that is so pure,
pulsating in truth and honesty;
it is shaped not to lure but to cure,
having trust, hope, love, and modesty.
Wonderland of wanderers,
Ornament of our world,
Ministers of love 'n lovers,
Embodiment of a gold world,
Nonacceptance to m' folks,
You dare love, you forever lovers!
Only God can hold you folks back,
Ubiquitous ferocious lovers.
Rise Venus, rise Urania, rise Aphrodite!
Ointment for the heart's bruise.
Come Venus, come Urania, come Aphrodite!
Kill this hate, let love live, let women live.
Denis DNT
Shanghai, 2009.
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