The sound of poetry...Locked away in a cage my rage has got the best of me time finds a way each day of leaving less of me behind I find this fight must be won inside the mind so uptight and confined often blinded by the light taking its toll on my system like some played out existence time ticks away these last few moments is there anything weve left unsaid? Im on a quest for atonement Ive got to find a piece of mind and a place to rest biding my time until Im strong enough to fight back hope, I hope against hope for some resistance been taking it out on my system rest-theres a calm before the storm and the western front is quiet Ive got Rembrandt as my right hand and solo as my pilot condemned man condemned convicted man convicted could not save my life cutting strand by strand passing it off like some kind of king you dont know peace til youve had suffering Ive suffered all of your so called resolve but you havent tasted pain have you ever been inside of the new masterpiece? Rembrandt as my right hand and solo as my pilot have you ever been inside the new masterpiece condemned man condemned convicted man convicted could not save my life cutting strand by strand strand by strand by strand by strand condemned ...brought to you by me. https://youtube/watch?v=U45NfWSX-Vk
Posted on: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 02:53:55 +0000
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