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Years in this game of life, I've survived when I a should have died; Through the jungle and the creed of my breed I remain me, Daily decaying, becoming what I was always told I'd be; a killer, a monster, But fighting to maintain my mental, simple I may be but just Maybe my destiny is beyond my own overstanding; Reaching for the stars, sleeping with rats, Feeling stuck, trapped, and sinking in sand that's quick; But greater is He that's inside of me, then he that's in the world So I strive to find the Most High, She governs my life when the naked Eye only witnesses the death of my soul, flesh beneath 500 count sheets Shot down like the animal I am, walking on all fours searching four the scent To circumvent my demise, reprise my path, bring back my lost soul To Listen to what was told, unfold the truth, let loose of the me I could only see While I sleep; Bring ‘em out from the dungeon, unleash the fire out the dragons throat without Threats to choke, ability to cope with things outside my mental scope. Love all folks like I love my own soul. Decompose my enemies and turn ‘em into friends This is the plan, the dream that I scheme, the light that gleams, raise me up like the Higher being. Who am I, another soul destined to die, the only thing guaranteed the last step before I Spiritually succeed. Turn nightmares to dreams and premonitions to reality Maybe its all whats planned for me, my hidden forbidden destiny; picture my insanity; Vote for this poem
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