Anything but Temporary

Always walking that line Always tempting fate All these temptations calling me I attempt to numb pain Got the temperature rising Know I can be temperamental My temper’s ‘bout to unleash Doing something regretful A temporary escape From two to ten on the dial The temper-tantrum and screams Like a tempestuous child Perhaps a temporal shift Like Anty Em’ on the farm The tempest carries away Ship wrecked alone I am gone My template shows me the way Temptress I can not escape Contemptuously I have temperance Finding tempo ‘til break A temple shrine I pay tribute Silently contemplate Lord please grant me forgiveness For my wrongs and mistakes

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