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e hënë, 21 shkurt 2011
let the hungry hunger no more
all that was and has been
the tears fears angered heart
fighting, struggling scratching.
rapping and tapping of the impatient mind
unable to let nature do it's kind
Drink down the cup
the steel plated cup thats rusted inside
is only an opposite resemblence of what the drinker is
a steel given heart yet lets his shell ebb away in a grotesque fashion
containing the crystal clear
the remains of a lasts man's hopes and fears
peering down into those wavy dancers
it's all in his head
it's all in his head
What is worth. has lost its worth
the castle has been torn down
the prestiege, cracked and stained
there came those clinking
of steely parts they galloped in. Asking "When will THIS CASTLE BE CLEAN"
The king stoop up, looked around
All my efforts have lifted my head off the ground
All around he doesnt see
The friendly helper that saved his life
Because surrounding the king were the cold and rusty armor
of a wrong war fought.
Looks at his hands.
Looks at his disdain
Looks at his castle
Took off his crown and threw it down.
It's so unclear, it's so unfair. Never I mind. He was always there
My heart is clogged with the tar of Sin. Yes... but I am already cleansed from within
Don't stop me now, from taking ground. The ought to have lived life have now been found.
Crack and Reappear. It's not the emptiness that I fear
but the crowded-ness surrounding the empty cup
that makes the empty, emptier.
Pour and fill. I'm Getting better still.
Yes, I'm better than you
Im victorious over you and my Father had long ago proven that to you.
Signed Off @6:49 p.d.
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