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Jonathan L Dec 2016
Angry child from a motherly beast, she went to hell and came back with me.

Still born bred from his seed, that devil pulled out for fear of me.

The future he, he must have seen. Born with his ***** and horns for teeth.

I walk this earth no one knows me. Son of the destroyer who fights to be free.

I, I made momma bleed
So, so much evil in me
I, I made momma bleed
So, so much evil in me

Angry child from a motherly beast. She went to hell and came back with me.

I'm your worst nightmare, in your sleep you'll scream. You won't wake up when you dream of me.

All of my flock are soldiers of deep. Born from the woman who spread for me.

I'm not the anti-christ I'm a new breed. The Devils born and motherly beast.

My, my demons flee
They, all run from me
My, my demons flee
They, all run from me

Angry child from a motherly beast. She went to hell and came back with me.

That father devil he can't control me. My fire burns him from deep beneath.

I'm not his child, I'm a god of the streets. My strength comes from my motherly beast.

Out of my world, my mother's and me. The proud son of that motherly beast.

Out, that devil flees
He, he runs from me
Out, that devil flees
He, he runs from me
He runs from me
He runs from me
When you feel as if an uncontrollable force aka "the devil" aka ptsd, if you believe in good vs evil, tries to control you but you are strong enough to expel it from who you are.
Jonathan L Dec 2016
She smiles
Shes mine
My soul spreads to her
She has me licked
She has me wrapped
My heart spreads to her
Shes joy
Shes laughter
My love like no other
Jonathan L Dec 2016
I feel a shell of myself, with no one to help. I wish I could find that vacant part of myself.

I'm hollow inside, my pain starts to collide. Bouncing angles of random, like a rubber ball dropped in a canyon.

I can't feel my brain, it screams from within. While my face is on my outside staring in.

My body shakes, torn in two at my spine. One part wants to fight, while the other wants to hide.

The turmoil I feel, the confusion is within. Encompassed by the pain which battles deep under my skin.

I wish just once I could be my old self, but maybe that person really belongs of the shelf.

I've taken my old me and placed him in a box in my closet. Hopefully someday I will learn that this new self has made a deposit.

I'm investing in me and confronting my tears. Stronger I am now after shedding my fears.

I will not allow the stress from within to be my disorder. I will not give up, let pain win and I will bring my soul back to order.

— The End —