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Beauty from darkness


Beauty can be seen Seen through the eyes of human beings Most of us see a world of misery and suffering But through my eyes you will see I live without a care, Building a life that is modest and fair Out of my darkest days I was reborn Reborn from the hatred within Facing my sin, I battled to win Win back the life that I once knew Where I lost it, I did not have clue It was then that I realized that to become a better you I have to go back to face the things that made me black and blue The darkness that once consumed might become my tomb Scared to death of what was there I looked inside and began to stare Stare into the eyes of the demon A tormented soul it tried to take hold I slashed and we crashed deeper into hell The harder I fought the deeper we fell We hit the floor yes now it is my time to settle a score I took a hold of its horns it twisted and scorned telling me to let go, yes I finally locked my elbow, deep around its neck I began to flex gasping for air it cried in despair, it began to go limp I slowly let go I have defeated my foe I arose a new man full of wisdom and a plan, a plan to start a new, free of the world where the wickedness grew See the darkness derived from within It was my fight and my fight alone For it was me who sat on that dark throne I was in a war with myself fighting the addiction and the self infliction, consuming the good around me Like a tornado spinning, ripping, defying The beauty that has arisen from my prison is a place similar to that of Oz A man once lost without a cause Once a man that people feared Now a man that stands proudly with his peers to gain the knowledge lost with time, the knowledge of life and everything else that is so divine
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