silent hero
Contributed by
BSteel
on
Sunday, 26th February 2006 @ 11:11:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
Miscellaneous
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Silent Hero
Blazing inferno in the woods,
An old workstation is where I write the truth,
Bone to Bone, Blow for Blow, my head intact yet loose,
Outside the boxes is where I choose,
Rather Direct and intercept thoughts,
Of how to paint a beautiful masterpiece,
I’ll break you down piece by piece,
For the inner fire beast,
That grows and feeds,
But not quite of anger and rage,
Just driven intensity,
Killing aura air,
There’s no fear here,
Just anticipation, and appreciation,
For the thin lines that God designs,
Between sanity and perspective,
Lies an aura undivided,
Flames rise like a fire,
Soul of Iron,
Putting all cards on the table,
Shooting for fame in an Era of sweeping things under the table,
There remains a blazing inferno of energies I can’t quite pin with the pen,
A spiritual peace within that tears down walls of terror,
When they see a philosophy more clear,
Words shall vanquish fears,
And I will become a silent hero,
Getting radicals all around to defer to peace in ways not seen since Martin Luther King,
But I stay behind the scenes, but a time will come when I rise in fame, wanting the love of the people in my hands, I ramble these lands, searching for words of profound content I search every continent, within my parent’s basement, I share the peace with uncle Sam,
They worry my fire will get dirt on their hands, and so it is between me and the government, that’s how it stands.
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BSteel
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