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Within This Ocean (Lost Treasures Redux; 'Damien's Lost Scripts')
By: Matthew Wayne

In my mind, these thoughts not my own,
There is a lifetime of pain, it's all we have ever known
War after War, and now I dream of peace.
I watch as my thoughts become a curse
Amnesia becomes tangible within the ocean of the insane
and I continue to traverse this wasteland,
where one conscious thought sparks the birth of another promised land.

Death and suffering trail in the wake of this age,
an aftermath to be chained to ignorance, and left in your cage.
I have allowed the negativity to shadow over my doubt,
polluting my interpretation of my perception, to what this is all about.
I find myself lost and without a trace,
as my soul no longer walks in grace
but rather found going in circles and always in chase.
Driving myself into madness,
running in circles going nowhere fast.
Where have I gone? What have I done?
Yet still feel that I had tripped and fell in last.
Why must I continue on, pretending as if nothing is wrong
that within this ocean of lies, that somehow I must remain strong.

“People suffering everyday, and all you can think is to bow and pray.
To all of your unanswered cries, another soul dies.
Where are your gods when we need them the most?
In this life we are the host, the caretaker to every coast.”