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There's a knot in my throat
That fills me with tears that drown me not allowing me to float.
Causing me to lose hope in everything I believed to once be true .
Making  me feel like the world's biggest fool.
I've never felt this low.
Contemplating cutting my ears off like Vincent Van Gogh.
Just so I would no longer have to hear those lies .
So I could be free to be the owl who once spread her wings across that starry night sky.
That the time flies by
And when everything catches my eye
Did you think I wouldn't see you
With that other guy?

Here's the reason why
We'd never be together,
When you picture forever
You think two
But together isn't forever
*If it's only me and you.
Star-crossed lovers?
More like clashing meteors.
We were soaring from opposite ends of the galaxy,
And somehow,
Written in the foundations of time before the world was formed,
We were meant to cross paths.

At first it was brutal,
At first it was painful.

Everyone said love is beautiful,
But they forgot to mention that it is broken too.
I love you,
And I love us
From a bang and a ******* hole
They say we arose
Hunched and furry and lacking cognizance
Grunting and glaring obscurely at the simplest of matter
That we are evolved Hominids
What an insult to so high and handsome a species
To the level of our intellect
To the stance of the master of our conception
To the grandeur of the Cherubim in-between which He dwells
To His creative ability

They go on with unabated audacity
To present us with ‘evidence’ of such theory
In an attempt to nullify the Word of His Lordship
Reduce it to but a figment of imaginative minds

They seek to re-establish the beginning
Subject the present to their will
And recourse the direction of the future
With an intent to dethrone The Alpha and Omega

For ages they have spurred violence upon the nations
While their forked tongues spoke for peace
Imposed the segregation of a race by physical demeanor
While their forked tongues spoke for unity
Instituted oppression of peoples
While their forked tongues spoke for liberation
And as they weave their intricate design
To hurl the world into confusion
Tying the loose ends in knots of theories
Which they fabricate basis to support
Then pass off as sense
All that remains is that there is only one truth
The truth that has survived interrogation and trial
And everything else is nonsense
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