Loosely based, hidden without a trace, The particular in the most try, not to overdose from fumes of the fallen composure maintained in reign, these last days got me stressing thinking about what measure to take to prolong the length of ease to dying sprits, erase, adversities, Turn around it's another murder especially on the days of summer bodies cooking on the ground labor for the next rounds, innocent ducking gun strays, deadly games human beings play.
This world is not worthy of noblemen, those that contradict continue, even the benevolence of women, Challenging to explain to those that you love the rush that overwhelms you when the dangers of the world spark, active warriors outlined in chalk.
Purity is a dream, disappointed in all legitimate frauds claiming they were crucified in flamming crosses when my pain is skin deep evading the lost, Concentrating through the tension, catching the vibe of the attempts for all numerations to make logical sense, Faith present but screws are loose still leveled head because I know there is so much more to improve. All for tightening the situation when the plot thicks, letting all oppressors know for I will not be a monkey nor will you wrench your deceptions upon me.
Pledge a false allegiance, wishing upon stars multimillion-dollar properties luxurious cars various programming methodologies, and facades. Realization from past battles so we tend to these wounds quicker, fire in my eyes, and even now they still flicker.
No narrative for despair in those minds thought to be considered weak they no not the evil men that lurk in the deep, Patient only wanting to, gear myself to what's relevant, People we love deserve more and time always remains in its essences. Claim comrade with weapons secretly aimed at your vitals not knowing some words are only for the guilty few not impress with sick intent, more fascinated with being true.
Born into a world with no we love, crushed at moments though we rise in turmoil, in avails to keep tight stitches evading loose ends with no awareness of poison on the darts that they send, before we get a chance to release the bow we kill ourselves within.
We produce lost in our gift to give the roots, the branches overstanding the science at youngest of age self-reliance, astronomer of the stars fathers' feelings scars from their suns yet we march and sing. In the search for transcending stars, looking for possible answers from the ones who became for us. Many individuals still wandering in the depths of their souls. to grow old not knowing who they really are. Reflections dimmed "clearly a distorted view" with this we rise toward days for better tomorrows when we awake only to see in the truth in "refusal to lie down"
The suffering of the nightmare, though with this label we still dream.-I.N.F.E.R.N.O.
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