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The Greatest Power

I wish I had the power to talk

To crack that door and just walk

Escaping those awful ****** walls

Exposing the nasty midnight calls

 

It was a beautiful day of winter

When I had the biggest splinter

Now stuck here unable to sing

Witnessing the pain one can bring

 

The first time put me in a shock

Tied on the bed still like a rock

Bruised and abused left in the dark

Deafening sobs now he seized to bark

 

Storms came through that famous door

It was like a vicious unit going to war

Targeted attacks while taking turns

Like a machine gun painting burns

 

Cheers and laughs everything in line

For once it started with a good sign

Quickly like a switch he became calm

Taking power with the knife in her palm

 

Things went sour for him this time

He was just like an old rusty dime

Now her mission came to a stop

When there won’t be any lives to drop

 

One more thing before she leaves

Burning this house of stolen dreams

From ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Vanishing herself with his eternal lust

 

The fire is out and I was left alone

Happy but black like a lava stone

Ready to be down and never be tall

For I was that man’s bedroom wall

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Written by
jimi-imad
Lebanese
Published
Apr 15, 2010
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Copyright 2010. jimix

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