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Truth Within


I had a dream tonight A dream of a king in a world unknown In a world unknown he sat on his throne Lost inside his head A mind not yet freed from the torment A Remedial torture of his tragic duty Stressed from the strain of mind Trained to hold the thoughts of hurt As he remembers a past of violence His beard stained with the tears of one thousand years Of memories and remorse for what he's done In a moment of realization he stands tall Shouting out "Here I am I stand a man A man untamed by the grains of sands left in my shackles of iron man made chains held in my hands a man not made by man but a man made king. Lost only to love and kindness frequently i am visited by the pain the strain of my collisions and i have learned when I collide I lose myself When we collide we break apart" as the hatred courses through his veins the gold surrounding him turns grey the color vanishes from his world He screams out "I look around and I have nothing I am nothing and never will I be more As I look into the eyes of these suffering people I find I do not want to feel I don't want to feel anymore take it away. My pain my suffering my strain and strife my love my joy my peace of mind take it all away and destroy the man lost in an empty shell" the empty shell is me the king so lost is you a story of our world another day is here we are lost inside our minds lost in a world of envy lost in a world of gluttony lost in a world of greed we are the beginning of our own ends The king is you the king is me the king is us
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