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With
this cold stone laid to death, inside my chest,
its
weight remindes me every step ,every turn,
Itake
is an effort not to just lay down my head on this dirt,
to
let the weeds strangling the little bit of me still left holding
onto, a dream,
it
only seems,
I
lay banashied again,
my
lies come to haunt me,
(man
walks in the distance,cruel they say I am......)
its
hard to breath this air, its thick with the scent of them,
my
chest is heavy everyday for the loss of half of the me, and being
placed
amongst
these Children, with no god,
but
a brother, egaul, and cruel as am I,
they
can see me, cruel my guards are,
I
am a lesser being, shoulder to shoulder, with this image of me,
extending
a hand expecting me to be....
shit,
i
feel the dirt under my feet for the first time, its real,
they
want to touch me.
reality
let this earth suck me in, but only covered, with dust.
How
approiatte, symboplism is everything,
i
better not here any man state that their name is adam.
Falling
back i could into a dream,
if
i cross paths with the one of them who let this edan become overrun
with
these
weeds of them...
My
heart cold stone, laying death and as reminder of my loss of half of
me,
this
is the end of this glory, cold day, never-ending, hate is man here,
living
through there misdeeds. I stand
I
walk this earth, creating hate for men,
i
wanted them to have a kind heart for themselves, selfish thing i am,
still,
i obess with there love lost for me,
as
my will lays in them still and they come asking continuously , why I
hate them.
Unknowingly
its myself i create pain in , staying silent,
that
hurts
,
that i strike out with hate on my image of me,
man,
its not you, but you don't understand, the lie, that has me right in
front of you,
ask
the man to your right , not that stone, that represents glory of
heaven amen foreever and ever me.
,
iT is as unspeaking
of
words, of understanding
what
those words mean, where given for and who said them originally.
tomorrow
I will not awake to the next day,
suffering
this pain,
this
hurt, for these Children of no God,
standing
next to me.
I
will not awaken tomorrow , this is to all end, I cannot suffer man
anymore
,
hurt on myself and on others that are pained in so many ways
my
words, I
were
pure, they feel aboddened and everything that understood to
understand yourself and be great ,
unreaching
lifting you above the dirt under foot, pure dust, no sediment
dirtying your mind and bodies,
pure
is a soul soiled redeemed, that never sinned at all.
let
them all die today, so I do not have to wake another day,
suffering
my own reflection, mocks me,
i
hate the fact that my reflection is my own face, and my own face
is
their reflection as well,
disturbs
me.
They
don't see me, selfhish things
they
are all me.
eternity
to inflict my image of myself, onto myself,
hurts
more than not having my other side of one , love,
to
balance out, this suffering,
with
at least one day of comfort,
not
matter what my sins my have been of yesterday,
no
matter how far fallen out of grace,
never
to far from the arm to reach down with love to help ascend back to
the heavens,
understanding,
me, understanding, my suffering,
myself,
does occur,
no
matter if my peers, only se me rejoice in my ego of sin for myself,
as
i frolic in the heat of the sun and the earth erupting onto its
surface,
to
torture myself, repeatedly,
s
they watch and shake there heads ,
why
does he laugh and brandish that devilish smirk,
when
will the brights star, burn out or burn as bright as he was to be ,
the
highest mountain to all ....God, why do you do this to us,
speak
and tell us what is your suffering,
please,
stop
hurting us, up here and below, you entangle us all,
standing
directly on that dirt of earth, that is your creation that soils your
soul, yourself,
redeem
us.
To
why we guard over all these images of you,
not
understood by the one who spoke them aloud and made us followers of
your faith in one .
