Sweat n Passion

May 16, 2014

I am sweaty

Filled with a hard unmovable passion

I busy myself with the beautiful but misled determination

That engulfs the divine power of ones independence

When the Joy of completion drips down these vital organs

I grow a new fury

Astonishing is what my friends call it

But then I use that will to camouflage my fear

That if I don't move on

The once tall guardian of faith

Will fall to the knees of self pity

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