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Marksmen
Anxiety imposed on me by society
Impropriety in distinction to false sobriety
What is love if not a representation of a dove
A black dove
Beautiful yet cursed, from he above
Marksmen of the unsoiled art
A dagger in the space of a heart
When I look at the queen
I see the blessed virgin marry
Bride to the king
We're both on an edge
We were pushed to the ledge
One step from falling
One step from death
Jealousy to possession
As Sheppard to sheep
Sheppard no Shepard
The Sheppard has fleet
Replaced by the wolf and its desire to eat
Just as jealousy leads the mind to defeat
I'm left with memories, horrible things
Foreshadows of how bad it will be
Love is the action of falling* , Amen
Whether ur capable of loving again
Depends on how high u began
In simplest of terms when u hit the ground
It's the end
They say u can continue
If the love was short stent
But no matter from how high u can still end up lead
If u land on ur neck it can break and
Ur dead
Ignorant to facts is the worst u can be
But how I feel contradicts my beliefs
Refuse to believe he lovers her more than me
If it's true then how wrong would I be
To take her from him
Can't even comprehend the severity of sin
But how could he possibly reflect on this shit
In his mind they r perfect I don't even exist
We dreamed of being heros as kids
But until now I never knew how badly the villain wanted to win
