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Peace, Love, Unity
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"Paradise" Lay Fear and Kirk.
IP:
Lay Fear Kirk
These false rivers an streams seem to wither an weave,
they're considered diseased leading to what you beleive is a city of dreams.
Souls bid a bitter retreat trying to escape those rhythm of screams
Thus, the decision it brings -- the imminent paradise your hidden between.
These Elysian Fields are a rare sight to behold,
illuminating light that glows fluctuating amongst these Knights of the Old
this trapped prisim is like a knife to the soul.
an entity that fights an unfolds jus inspite of the roles
these bright heroe's roped themselves into ; an eternity doomed.
in turn they're abused after a life of justice left further confused.
when murder's construed with an un-heard of excuse
the only remedy to erase your past is a cure for the truth
an let deceit leak until your left hurt an just fued
an even after a life of heroism an a pursuit of these dreams
this underworld makes it apparent how stupid it seems
until they feel useless an mean beholding construed bliss just scream
no matter how lucid the scheme - if you knew this an beleived
if your deeds lead to this, would you still influence your men.
set your life back, rewind...then do it again?
I carry this notebook grasped as I stride through beach sand,
Feeling the gentle summer breeze as It glides through each hand,
Shifting my sight from dunes, I decide to bid the canvas adieu,
Turning my focus to waves crashing and foamed blankets of blue,
Pushing and pulling through sand, feel it rise on my bare feet,
The only sense of security is when my eyes and the air meet,
Dryness so uncomfortable it comforts me but mystic forces,
Make it tough to come to terms with this bliss misfortune,
These clear rivers a blessing? I've been roaming for infinity,
Are these birds singing freedom? Or groaning from captivity?
Traveled for thousands of miles. Through streams and forests,
Come across nothing that I value or that seems important,
Am I dead or alive? Am I able to escape when my fates cuffed?
Or must I spend an eternity dreaming, just waiting to wake up?
And If I am dead, What did I do and do I even deserve it?
But With noone to reassure me how can I even confirm it?
Nothing can die or rule me.... This land isn't bliss,
Because there isn't any ugly to define it's beauty,
Lessons to learn don't exist, no alarm to be woken,
With no love to be given and no hearts to be broken,
There is no explanation for no crying or blood,
What exactly can you even call a life without love?......
Death.
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