Soul Searching

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I have gotten better at this disguising Bullshit yes I said shit I'm tired from taking hits From people that ain't it this poem ain't pretty letting my petty come out and greet thee
I don't want to stay here. Do not accept where you live. A Home. It's not a home Runaway, they're awaiting you Live, love, and learn Then be happy in return But one place isn't the right time
I stand on red earth I clasp my hands together, Raised up like an Aborigine Proud as a yogi, feeling the intelligence My ancient ways to present, I present to you as my talent
Death come swift and life run true   rivers, life a vengeful rue     Nothing's right   Not anymore ... Empty oceans upon the shore  
  Blood runs fast You need to move fast before you’re nothing more than the past The future runs through your veins Dictations, like a school teacher, the crimson run determines the existence of future gains
Thought I could forget a moment that eclipsed many before it. Now a distant memory drowning in the anger and resent of bitter silence deafening to the mind Painful to the spirit and leaves the heart in a state of denial.
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