The Agony
It drops the endless supply of water to lube my gears
The shadows are lurking in this dark place
The voices are calling to say my final grace
I drop to my knees trying to ask for salvation
What is the miracle of the human`s creation?
Will this magical action be ever repeated?
I am on the path to find out as ever committed.
Repentance is the word of the day, it`s not a game
Not the show with original content, it`s vortex
Sucking all life merely stable, but cut at the root with an axe.
I am perplexed, I do not talk to my almost ex.
Criminally not guilty, but still the situation ain`t pretty.
I am like a lefty signing the final order with my right hand
What is my plan? To leave the clan and wander alone?
I am prone to resistance, I blew the chance of reciprocal love
I let the dove fly high with a broken wing without a staff.
I cover my shame with a wig, a mask to your surprises,
When the sun rises, you`ll see me running the open fields
To breathe fresh air into my non-existent gills,
I`m like a fish swimming in the top layer clouds
This beat is on point, it`s soft but internally loud.
Shotgun on the shoulder is guarding my border,
My personal space, you`ll be amazed how it`s glazed
without sugar, it`s sweet like nougat and caramel
Parabellum`s cold muzzle is drawing the lines in parallel
In the sand which will be wiped out by the seas swell.....
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