serpentine
Not all roads are straightened
Not all roads are blood-hungry,
filth-drunk with shackles of pain
Not all roads are crooked
Nor any smooth
Yet we see in mirages
What should be and what shouldn't
A people myopic, hesitant to come through

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I hate the world of the wild
Or do not fancy it's habitat


I am just trying to be
the same old me that loves my obessesion with the dark

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Preying on my fears
more like loosening the bonds of perversion
And inching on the trail of my very emotion

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I was missing a point
trying to evade the questions
that I knew was thrown like spices
spread evenly like costly pearls along my path
I made it look unreal
So on it did I tread
that of me it may be said, 'I arrived full of glee'
But then I found a cornerstone
around a bend
It was wisdom found like cornices
Stumping my soul
Laying me flat on my belly
And smashed gritty into the same elements
I had trampled upon

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a lot of prayer by your bedside
'shabali shabala'
the next morning tells it all
you are exasperated
drunk anew with the spirit like methyl

mine...

...Whoosh! Just once more

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the stories have all ended
and there are no scenes to watch anymore
We tell a new story...detailed
A story which has just begun
forevermore

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all that it is that shortens my breath
I'm running away from the situations that bring me tears
I transit it into a life
that though drunk with trials
even there will my joy be made 'found

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the world saw you through your eyes

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HE makes us
into what we never were
And all we can ever be

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Don't make me bitter
Just leave me better--

...Please--

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