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*Drowning in fear The weak hunger for power Burdened by their pain and suffering Lost in a time with no remorse We live as one Hate and regression filling our lives We find ourselves lost in turmoil Begging to be saved in silence. Urning for the sweet flavor Of a rich life untold A life with love Passion and grace Finding oneself sullen In bitter defeat Our stolen voices Silenced by fear Fear of others Fear of pain Fear of sorrow and heartache We hid ourselves where no one can find us Helpless we pounder the unknown Urning for the courage to face our fears Wishing for a miracle To unchain us from our binds Soul in agony and indigenous suffering Long since lived we face these threats Broken inside we struggle for freedom Lost forever in a bitter cold world of hate Broken the chains fall Grace filling the air We gaze upon the sight And realize we've always been the hero Always saved ourselves from utter damnation Lost and confused no longer Free from the pain and torture We gaze at the marvel Of a world born anew Knowing the pain of the past Protecting our future from damnation Sensing the dangers from far beyond We ready ourselves for the battle once again*
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
Neverending Battle
*Drowning in fear The weak hunger for power Burdened by their pain and suffering Lost in a time with no remorse We live as one Hate and regression filling our lives We find ourselves lost in turmoil Begging to be saved in silence. Urning for the sweet flavor Of a rich life untold A life with love Passion and grace Finding oneself sullen In bitter defeat Our stolen voices Silenced by fear Fear of others Fear of pain Fear of sorrow and heartache We hid ourselves where no one can find us Helpless we pounder the unknown Urning for the courage to face our fears Wishing for a miracle To unchain us from our binds Soul in agony and indigenous suffering Long since lived we face these threats Broken inside we struggle for freedom Lost forever in a bitter cold world of hate Broken the chains fall Grace filling the air We gaze upon the sight And realize we've always been the hero Always saved ourselves from utter damnation Lost and confused no longer Free from the pain and torture We gaze at the marvel Of a world born anew Knowing the pain of the past Protecting our future from damnation Sensing the dangers from far beyond We ready ourselves for the battle once again*
Cerasium
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
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