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I just need my moment destined by God to figure it out
To wipe the slate clean from these dissembled deeds
Sacrifice this diabolical self
To find heaven in mind and freedom in heart
Imprisoned, tortured, abused and cursed
Drought of the clouds from the anger of me
The earth grows brown and the men grow green

Fallible ties in kin and friend
Self authored routes to love and lust
With far too many questions of why and how
Far too much weight thrust down on one soul
Curving a spine, breaking a back, staging an attack
Destructible in instances of master and student
I wanted to say no, but I just couldn't

It is a battle of voice and mind
A war call, a silent roar in thought
Downward strike, upward punch
A roundhouse kick and a jab, jab block

The wounds are only a timely proof
The scars are the trophies paraded to the people
Of a victory, a memory or a defeat of lesson and love
But the words are the lies
An incomlpete story or an overly exaggerated version
And emotions are clouded with biases
But thoughts, thoughts can be true
Thoughts can be thought out and rethought
The mind's work is to find, figure and forget

I just need my moment destined by God to figure it out
To wipe the slate clean from these dissembled deeds
Sacrifice this diabolical self
To find heaven in mind and freedom in heart
Imprisoned, tortured, abused and cursed
Drought of the clouds from the anger of me
The earth grows brown and the men grow green