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The Struggle for Peace: A Poem of Release and Redemption


Intro: All I need is release from disease. Warmth of my cries to melt down the shackles of despise I am falling from a long-term perspective. Move on slowly, but ideals were perfected.

V1: Nothing new on the road; struggle day salts. Fear of regret as a rollercoaster route Welcomed at board, wood ate wrom It may be rude, but expect only the truth. Any loyalty pledged to God is an announcement of war. My appearance in the wrath grows. New wounds, new raws Cut rise from any fall. Faith is why the world got me mocked. Turned into a beast that crawled new soldiers for blow. Love is vaporizing and getting colder. Surprise will get you frozen. If a hand is placed on your shoulder, It means you've been chosen. Drop beasts in the ring; areas of daylight are battlefields. Life in the ground sinks, disappearing as a shadow by heat. Step into your fears and weak spots and challenge them. I am wounded by claws, and my feet are wet from death links. Chores: Peace is the easiest to destroy, like a fragile toy. Any tremble or sound sample can crash its temple. Walls are in ruins. Storm-boiled attacks can be avoided; Sail on music's fluidity; put your mind to it. Float on instrumental.

V2: Silence is peace, the fruit of patience's feast. If Respond doesn't exist, I am not deceased. No weakness; kindness is at the top of the list. Ignore sirens on the streets; the sound is missed. My push comes at full force, defying raging storms. Boots of war, stoned on rough, rigid, and ruff. Reject profit by combat; jump over doubtful stones. Is just a bluff, and I ain't fair enough. My problem is solved. Correct your own downfall. Out of her eyes, a fresh tear rolled. Fear of God made postures frozen. There is no room for flex; the walls are closing. It is better to ruin life than to evolve evil. Serious and sincere, I have a chaos for gear. Rise a spear, or get armored with tears. The path is narrow; I am not a moral villain.

Outro: Sins Influence left peace in ruins. My hurts are caused by curse.

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