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Brent Kincaid Jan 2018
I have had enough of you!
I know I am not alone
There are millions suffering
And someday you’ll atone.
At some point the silence
You enjoy so much will end
And you and your cohorts
Will not have a single friend.

You insist you’re a Christian
Then cheat and lie and steal.
Point to all the good people
And claim their values aren’t real.
You gather with other creeps
And dress up very expensively
Then spend your stolen loot
On lavish living extensively.

Some of you may have made
A study of which things to quote
Of your badly interpreted religion
And memorize them by rote
So you can spew them back
And claim you are a greatly pious
Man or woman of God’s grace.
That’s how you buy some of us.

You pump us full of falsehoods
Blame everyone but yourselves
And demand we go right on
Working as your mindless elves.
Meanwhile you take apart the good
That we have tried to do before.
You lie and claim you are helping us
And too many of us don’t keep score.

That will not go on forever because
Not all of us are raging fools.
We will turn on you and beat you
With all the appropriate tools.
We will cast you out to the coventry
You forced us into all these years.
You'll rage at us with no result.
You will understand living in fear.
Journey of Days May 2017
see you
no, you died
when you killed my soul

Failure is my teacher
And success, my graduation
Love does not come from above
It comes from determination
Persistence and passion will rebel
Redemption will be mine
I will no longer accept to fail
My restitution will be sublime
The Shadow of Regret is cast upon my soul
I wished to give resentment up so, so, long ago
and yet it seems i've still not found glory in my goal
Redemption will not find me heer til’ i regain control
Restitution is the light by which my shadows cast
a light which i shall never know and shall never outlast
The burden laid before me is to much to overcome
and although the odds are stacked against me, still i will not run
The fiber of my being
The placement of my priorities
The core of truths validity
My moral compass and sense of duty
The spark of my life and ingenuity
I've been doing a lot of soul searching. And I have decided who I am as a person, is by no means the person I want to be. So I decided to change, but giants go down easy

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