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Life's about the suffering Peace a destination What is more important Is what happens duration Impossible to self-pardon sins Plagued with doubt and fear What if darkness creeping within Sronger than the light inhabiting here? Worrying is not worth the toll I have to pay my dues No one can walk path for me Don't wear the same size shoes Each break and bruise instruction Finish line forever unknown Happy endings fantasy Majority synthetic like silicon It has to shift before we surrender To assimilation of society In-between consciouslessness And controlled compliancy After Point A wandered astray Point B hopeless cause Meandering sheep in a deluded daze Progression practically on pause Creativity and cerebration rare Killed in each as a child Brainwashed being obedient Different labeled 'wild' Those in power yearn to program every step Shaping image to fit their mold Corrupt agenda is nothing new Most don't realize they are trapped in their hold I want to lead uprising But I simply am too afraid Remember when surroundings were calmer Present for past I desperately long to trade We had plenty of time to correct behavior There is an existing disconnect From planet earth and each other Too immersed in screens for paths to intersect A thousand unanswered questions In silence reality is revealed Up to us to find purpose in this dimension Stumbling blindly through this battlefield We are closer to cliff than we realize Inching towards edge each day passing by Shadows halting vision with uncertainty Wings clipped so we are unable to fly
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Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 5:57 PM UTC
AmandaKayBurke
Clipped Wings
Life's about the suffering Peace a destination What is more important Is what happens duration Impossible to self-pardon sins Plagued with doubt and fear What if darkness creeping within Sronger than the light inhabiting here? Worrying is not worth the toll I have to pay my dues No one can walk path for me Don't wear the same size shoes Each break and bruise instruction Finish line forever unknown Happy endings fantasy Majority synthetic like silicon It has to shift before we surrender To assimilation of society In-between consciouslessness And controlled compliancy After Point A wandered astray Point B hopeless cause Meandering sheep in a deluded daze Progression practically on pause Creativity and cerebration rare Killed in each as a child Brainwashed being obedient Different labeled 'wild' Those in power yearn to program every step Shaping image to fit their mold Corrupt agenda is nothing new Most don't realize they are trapped in their hold I want to lead uprising But I simply am too afraid Remember when surroundings were calmer Present for past I desperately long to trade We had plenty of time to correct behavior There is an existing disconnect From planet earth and each other Too immersed in screens for paths to intersect A thousand unanswered questions In silence reality is revealed Up to us to find purpose in this dimension Stumbling blindly through this battlefield We are closer to cliff than we realize Inching towards edge each day passing by Shadows halting vision with uncertainty Wings clipped so we are unable to fly
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It all came to halt... The battle cries; The swinging swords; Cleaving halberds; Even death's opening doors. It all came to a complete stop. Enemies from both sides, frozen in time. All looking towards him. The man shining brightest with hate and honor. No, not the hero. Instead the mighty warrior, With an ode to a king to claim the sacred lands. Arrows arching, painting the sky black. Red rivers running, beneath the bodies of the fallen. Burning; burning; burning smoke, filling the air. The smell of death hanging near. He changed that day. The day he turned on his rage. Legend insists to say. He was the reason they won the war that day.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
Nickel
Battle.
It all came to halt... The battle cries; The swinging swords; Cleaving halberds; Even death's opening doors. It all came to a complete stop. Enemies from both sides, frozen in time. All looking towards him. The man shining brightest with hate and honor. No, not the hero. Instead the mighty warrior, With an ode to a king to claim the sacred lands. Arrows arching, painting the sky black. Red rivers running, beneath the bodies of the fallen. Burning; burning; burning smoke, filling the air. The smell of death hanging near. He changed that day. The day he turned on his rage. Legend insists to say. He was the reason they won the war that day.
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