As I sit here amongst the soft faded beliefs and fallen virtues' of Humanity.I am pulled to my feel with a one wish defeated system.As the gravel rises and spreads against my bruised knees,I sadly listen to my last revelation.Damned words spit in my ear and rip hastly at my torn heart bleeding,my last breathe lingers to accept the sadistic fate.To softly close my weakened eyes,to lay them finally to rest dipped into the shallows of societies last back-drift.
The once was a concept long ago that beat into a bruised heart,long ago there was a action and taste for diversity.For division and a voilin played ode to this cruel world.Long ago there was one who thrived to feel emotion and dared fight reality inside small room. Fighting the taste,fighting the need,the desire to ravenge,tear,and destroy all that is hatred and abuse.I became a loyal creature to the cause.To fight for the honor of innocence and protect the fallen.As I grew I became heard,my voice shifted into the wind,touched many whom had no sound,and gave many strength to push the boundries of being a simple human.
There was a time when I to was inhuman,not so long ago there was pain,hurt,and scars built around a compassion.Beatened into my body,burned into my flesh,I remembered it all.The feeling of having my blood spilt,to have the hand or my creator putting me down to rest.The feeling of it all.Years of trail and error came,never to let me down I fought the temptation to become cruel,to become the one who rips down the weak.I do admitt it was long ago I had a plagued heart.But there was one who believed in me,one who came and heard my plea and saw my spirit.There was one who came to my aid and pulled me from the deadly grip of my dear mother.A Shaman from the plains found me from a trail a dream.And here now I stand a reformed man with many virtues,honor, and codes.
For as to why I flow and end so quickly I never know.I wish people would pull eyes upon my words.But its all good.
The mand wh
The once was a concept long ago that beat into a bruised heart,long ago there was a action and taste for diversity.For division and a voilin played ode to this cruel world.Long ago there was one who thrived to feel emotion and dared fight reality inside small room. Fighting the taste,fighting the need,the desire to ravenge,tear,and destroy all that is hatred and abuse.I became a loyal creature to the cause.To fight for the honor of innocence and protect the fallen.As I grew I became heard,my voice shifted into the wind,touched many whom had no sound,and gave many strength to push the boundries of being a simple human.
There was a time when I to was inhuman,not so long ago there was pain,hurt,and scars built around a compassion.Beatened into my body,burned into my flesh,I remembered it all.The feeling of having my blood spilt,to have the hand or my creator putting me down to rest.The feeling of it all.Years of trail and error came,never to let me down I fought the temptation to become cruel,to become the one who rips down the weak.I do admitt it was long ago I had a plagued heart.But there was one who believed in me,one who came and heard my plea and saw my spirit.There was one who came to my aid and pulled me from the deadly grip of my dear mother.A Shaman from the plains found me from a trail a dream.And here now I stand a reformed man with many virtues,honor, and codes.
For as to why I flow and end so quickly I never know.I wish people would pull eyes upon my words.But its all good.
The mand wh