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When the new beginning starts
This heavy weight that pressures me down
Grinds the tip of my nose against the dusty floor
Laughing as my trembling knees scrape the gravel
This weight shall be instantly eradicated
When the new beginning starts
When the revolution comes
these splintering ropes that bind my praying hands
Burn rapidly through the innocence of flesh
Wear gradually away at the strong bone
These ropes shall be sliced through
When the revolution comes
When the raging war has been successful
These blisters that bring grievances to my feet
Antagonize every pain filled step I take
Tempt failure by coaxing the thought of stopping~
These blisters shall heal with nursing treatment
When the raging war has been successful
When the time long awaited arrives at the door
The blindfold that shields my already shut eyes
Envelopes one's self within their darkest second
Steals the desired vision but leaves the painted image
The blindfold shall be lef to quickly burn
when the time long awaited arrives at the door
When the age of singing youth matures into song
The bargained price that has attached to my sould
Manipulates every singular choice of my very own
Threatens to compromise the foundations of who I am
That bargained price shall depreciate to nothing
When the age of singing youth matures into song
When the dawn awakes from hibernation
The chain that intricately encages my thriving heart
Squeezes every beat tighter than before
Dares to tear the tissue leaving roughened edges
This chain shall find its weakest link
When the dawn awakes from hibernation
When the distance of tomorrow refers to yesterday
the barrier that has built to pause my future life
Prevents emotions from ruling through harsh pessimism
Allows readily acceptance with no concern to challend
The barrier shall be brutally knocked down
When the distance of tomorrow refers to yesterday
January 2005
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Posted: 2005-04-23 22:34:46 UTC |
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2005-04-19 20:51:17 | Cpick |
Wonderful choice of wording, I love how you turn even the smallest words into intellect, I love it! The whole thing was glorious! |