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Looking out into the distance
Events are coming fast
Shall rise to the occasion
As tough as a bull
Break through the walls of doubt
I don't need wealth
Just relief and peace of mind
It is long overdue
Standing on the shore
Ponder my next move
Refrain from doing wrong
Mistakes I can't repeat
The 1st 3 poems have been pretty negative and I don't really want to be a one trick pony. We all have to do things that we get nervous about and the wait can be excruciating. Once it is over, the relief is brilliant
In charge of the country
Not in charge of the planet
Hitting the jackpot
At everyone's disapproval
You take the quilt away
As we accept without complaining
You win all the rewards
That much is apparent
Deadlines will be met
Or suffer for your negligence
I am intractable
Even though we live in a world where people get ******* over by the leaders be it bosses, teachers, politicians or anyone else who is higher in demand of the chain, I refuse to let it bring me down. There is too much going on in my life without me buying into the lies told on a daily basis.
Karma is accused of being a cruel *****
But she just collects the debt that is owed
The lies you told to cover the tracks
The respect for you is gone
Pandering friends blind by loyalty
You are irrelevant, why even bother?
Took half a year to spread manure
If you're better off why even care?
It is sad, you hold onto this past
You know you don't have a future
The bridge we built, you set it on fire
With all of your slander
Look closer to home
Your friends will stab you in the back
That is all they ever did
Deep down you know it's true
Last year my band had to kick out our guitarist and as a consequence there were loads of accusations and insults from us and him. After a while his friends started to write slanderous things about us trying to ruin our reputation. Thankfully it is all water under the bridge and although I don't see the guy as my friend, the horrible hatred is all gone.
I vow to take this to the street
To battle in the sleet
I don't get beaten often
I'll convince you who's stronger
Shell of your former self
Tension runs high
The weight of the world is on your shoulders
The crusification is near
Blood will drip down the liquid drains
Death for a purpose
Evil is apparent
See it in my eyes
I used to live in a small village in Scotland where I spent most of my childhood getting beaten up by "the older kids." Instead of writing about what I went through I decided to write about what went through my bullys head in an over exaggerated way.

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