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A new day is Rising. A new way is becoming clear,so lift up you head now and don't shed another tear. I shall not be consumed by these fears that haunt my dreams,breaking down my walls to spread their poisonous seeds,then fleeing in the night like cowardice thieves. I shall not be consumed by the saddness that plagues my heart,day after day threatening to tear it apart. I shall not be consumed by this anger that burns deep down to my soul,like an engine that runs on coal. I shall not be consumed by these familiar voices of doubt that play endlessly on repeat, I will bury them deep down in coffins made of concrete. I shall not be consumed by your toxic words that brings darkness at any time of day, I will cast them out like the sun casts the night away. I shall not be consumed by these idols I've made from clay, that fed on my dreams and left me to decay. Though i was set up to fail, like a snake eating his own tail. Though I don't know what the future holds, I shall fight till my last breath,the only thing that will stop me is the bitter teast of death.
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
A New Day
A new day is Rising. A new way is becoming clear,so lift up you head now and don't shed another tear. I shall not be consumed by these fears that haunt my dreams,breaking down my walls to spread their poisonous seeds,then fleeing in the night like cowardice thieves. I shall not be consumed by the saddness that plagues my heart,day after day threatening to tear it apart. I shall not be consumed by this anger that burns deep down to my soul,like an engine that runs on coal. I shall not be consumed by these familiar voices of doubt that play endlessly on repeat, I will bury them deep down in coffins made of concrete. I shall not be consumed by your toxic words that brings darkness at any time of day, I will cast them out like the sun casts the night away. I shall not be consumed by these idols I've made from clay, that fed on my dreams and left me to decay. Though i was set up to fail, like a snake eating his own tail. Though I don't know what the future holds, I shall fight till my last breath,the only thing that will stop me is the bitter teast of death.
bethlehem
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
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