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[title] => Destiny
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[bodytext] => Worthlessly waiting the cold hand of inevitability holds strong to my hand The preface to my twisted destiny hangs high above my head Holding my very life force as a ransom to my current position No great salvation awaiting my fallen corpse I simply return to ashes in a corrupt world of lies Within the shell I am contained imperfection grips my mind Choking the air out of my veins pouring me out amongst the decay I no longer look forward to tomorrow, only to sleep in peace Eternally slumbering with the others damnation has fed upon Forgotten by the masses as a person blacked out of memory No legacy to control my names title I am simply abandoned I live knowing what would come if I remained The final stroke of death by my very hand A small mindset remaining inside the vile beast I had to become The only way to escape the grip of fate is to embrace it The only control we have is when, and how we leave My choice was predetermined by my very mind Every aspect of my being chemically determined No chance to be good or evil only to follow the path my mind had built There is no purity or impurity no valiant or malevolence Only a putrid reasoning set forth from the moment we’re conceived And that is god, our own lack of control Our own victory or defeat at the hands of mortality and mentality The shadow will eventually take hold in a final grip taking you In this our verdict is declared, No one is guilty or innocent Everyone is simply a careless stroke of luck How will we be remembered regardless of our feelings Is by the feelings of others, their memories and reminders Echoing through multiple minds in endless numbers of ways Inside this vast conspiracy can anybody truly admit to have known us Considering everyone from our friends to enemies feel different Truth being nobody knows us, We don’t even know ourselves How could anyone say what would become in a different scenario It would be impossible unless we ourselves faced it Therefore we are all good and evil, angel and demon For by our choices we are decided And through that reasoning I am right were I am suppose to be Not because I have to be or must be or because I want to be But because my mind said I will be [comments] => 0 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Namen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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