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Jul 2010
My closest allies perceive me as weak,
A soft skinny *******, scrawny and meek
But they know not, what it is that I seek
For anguish or strength the end is still bleak.

A pair of jaded eyes turns back to the south,
Nonsense and hatred are spewed from the mouth
I've been desensitized to the bitterness that I spout
Thoughts caught in the cycle, awaiting the fall out.

A dying star, burns out in a glorious blaze
The galaxy freezes, now void of the sun's rays
A black hole is opened in a beautiful display,
A new universe occurs when the old one fades.

Men are small, when taken in context
And feeling insecure they turn readily to violence
We repeat the same sins that we claim are behind us
Eternal life is a sham, one that death has denied us.

We all drift away and it goes unspoken,
Pacts and trust are designed to be broken
We swallow our words and they leave us chokin
The surgeon made the wound but he left it opened.

I've turned away and I'm letting the world rot
If true heroes exist, then they are what I know that I'm not
We look up to the heroes, but the true heroes get shot
I've turned away and now I'm laughing at a dead God.

The bitter man is lost in the zone,
He is waiting for guidance and he is waiting alone
A greedy emperor torn down from his throne
Egotistical follies, his true colors are shown.

At the heart of the desert, dying of thirst
Bloodied, and hateful, ugly and cursed
In madness and fire, the angels disperse
What was once passion has become perverse

Vanity or regret, I wonder what comes first
Truth itself has long since been placed in reverse
I have seen my soul and I have seen the worst
But I will not be changed and I will not be purged
Written by
Franswa Hackett
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