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Change sometimes leaves this poet estranged



I've been Ingrained wit this same old same



Run of the mill game I'm done wit all this pain



My sun shines through all this piss rain



I've come up from abysses to reign



Tarnished and lost a lot now I glisten and gain



I had go go back to basics and be naked again



I had to mold and shape it so I can make it again



My spirit is stronger so I won't take it again



Hate mongers make me write love longer



I spill the sacred profane



A prophetic poet things yet to happen I told ya



With arms of promise I'd like to hold ya



I bomb despair with hope I console ya



Our future is clay so let's be molders



I kill off Atlas and brush this cold world off my shoulders



This caterpillar is becoming the flyest soldier



So make me ova.



© Poetof Pain 2008