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Writing, writing and more writing. The only way I can descibe myself is through my words. So this I why I continue to write.

For I was bound by a plight
So profound
Searching for what was lost
And never found
This unstable ground
So brown this ground
Searching for pastures of green
Needing life itself to cleanse my spirit
To set me free

A soul lost for an eternity
Bound by circumstance
Never given the chance
Pierced by the lance
Of gloom in this reality
Such this fallacy
That baptized and professed
And set this blame to me
And called me out of my name

So angrily I avow
Just for awhile
As I rid myself of this pestilent dark mile
That has been unjust to me
So lustfully, I seek this word peace
But dare not sp…

Writing, writing and more writing. The only way I can descibe myself is through my words. So this I why I continue to write.

For I was bound by a plight
So profound
Searching for what was lost
And never found
This unstable ground
So brown this ground
Searching for pastures of green
Needing life itself to cleanse my spirit
To set me free

A soul lost for an eternity
Bound by circumstance
Never given the chance
Pierced by the lance
Of gloom in this reality
Such this fallacy
That baptized and professed
And set this blame to me
And called me out of my name

So angrily I avow
Just for awhile
As I rid myself of this pestilent dark mile
That has been unjust to me
So lustfully, I seek this word peace
But dare not spew it out of my mouth.

For I am embodied by much doubt
Inherited by the meek of heart
So I covet understanding
And knowledge would be just
But would it be sweeter if to part
Left unknown this heart
To embark on the heavens
Glorious heavens
To feel the joy of unknown happiness
To be enraptured clothed in this delight
That I would fight for till last breath.

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