it’s all decided on an axis of fate, it wobbles in its orbit
around what is casually know as "our lives" which in reality is a
well orchestrated pension plan for many men in high places, watching over us
with the strings to everything in their hands we have to cut those string even
if it means some of us are hung by them if we don’t then they will surely
strangle us all instead of just the few redemption is my only option now we all
have a dept to pay and I’m so scared mine is more than I can cover I have other
peoples hurt in my hands, I’ve tainted to many souls and will have to pay
dearly for every one nothing will make sense if my dreams don’t come but so
often the dreams turn cold and un yielding to the cruelty of reality because of
these twists I ask of them forgiveness I get only the deafening silence of my
tortured screams as I wake in a pool of my own sweat and tears
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