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"The beasts beat on"
Tonight will come with its anihilation of thought.
Furious, neglectful.
We'll engage.
And as I tear at the bastard,
surrounded,
I'll see what may,
in fact, unfold.
Crumbled, and riddled with cure.
When the hour glass flips,
I remain in guard.
Battled.
My distaste grows stronger.
My insides turn.
See,
my path has been chosen.
But to walk it so soon,
will only lead me elsewhere.
So,
I lie.
Patient.
A predator.
My breathing more calm than grass.
Analyzing misfortunes.
Guiding myself back to contentness.
Able, eager, blessed with all might,
but still.
We've all got beasts in us.
Its the demons in which I do not belive,
dwelling inside,
aching for the instant of self-unawareness.
Self-doubt, self-anihilation.
The fools are the ones who let it get away first.
We, the unmentioned...
Few and very far between.
Tonight will come with its anihilation of thought.
Furious, neglectful.
We'll engage.
And as I tear at the bastard,
surrounded,
I'll see what may,
in fact, unfold.
Crumbled, and riddled with cure.
When the hour glass flips,
I remain in guard.
Battled.
My distaste grows stronger.
My insides turn.
See,
my path has been chosen.
But to walk it so soon,
will only lead me elsewhere.
So,
I lie.
Patient.
A predator.
My breathing more calm than grass.
Analyzing misfortunes.
Guiding myself back to contentness.
Able, eager, blessed with all might,
but still.
We've all got beasts in us.
Its the demons in which I do not belive,
dwelling inside,
aching for the instant of self-unawareness.
Self-doubt, self-anihilation.
The fools are the ones who let it get away first.
We, the unmentioned...
Few and very far between.