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breathing by breath each time around moving inward so does the sounds of the voices taking a stand from within my head saying: rise from your bed grow instead
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
Roots
The clouds always part the muck gives way, to grass the cold grey dawn departs and the sadness, soon will pass Bring with you, your best defense and gird your ***** and your breast no matter how hard it is, or impossibly, immense in your mind and spirit know, a soul now, at it's best I'll not fear for you my dear, but I understand the pain all the fears, and all the trepidations, far and near taming all the terrors and removing all the chains
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
Rising, above
On the other side of perfect between the golden silky lines is the mirrored world we live in where ties don't always             fully bind they unravel at the seams get frayed so rough and broken as the blood and sweat and screams replace the words of love unspoken and we all have a place for fake for presentation, a kind of lie but the truth snaps us awake as we choose to live or perhaps to die Yes, some of us might disintegrate in the wake of destruction's wrath not seeing for the       blindness that pain causes on the path for we forget              that light inside us in our darkest stings of wounds we forget how            high voltage wavelengths reside within the numbness that consumes and once reflection melts the glass and throws self-hate into the fire this is the hour of miracles of faintest stains that take us higher our deepest inner whispers that roll discreetly through our veins rumbling humbly between heartbeats that push the bloodflow pumping, igniting sparks inside our brains and whilst my heart is battle-shattered it quickens up in pace as I electrify myself and to the heavens                 turn my face let the wild sunset bathe my soul in shades of shocking blue for after every combat encounter I rise again               anew
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC
This Hour of Miracles
Blood boils my we' brain I can barely contain! How much words, They can change! Soul Steal! This cold-steel© Here feel! (Head rolls) From the dead trolls In my head Who had taken control Just for a second We roll Together never forget With words you can help submit Your-self and your own spirit Which can (In-turn) Return 7 FOLD! So "Go" AND BE BOLD But whatever you choose to do... Don't let your heart grow cold!
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
Revolution airy