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no title...just a long navy day

i got started late

I got started late,
But departed a little soon,
As I lay beneath my blankets,
While an anxious breath still looms.

My room is a toom,
My body's just a shell,
That used ta lay on the seashore,
Before I lived this living hell.

 

Delve into the feelings of
Feeling unforgiving,
While the dead rest in peace,
The only pain is still living.

 

The fear hasn't gotten me,
It's the monotany,
Of being told How to Live,
Where to Live,
And how it's Gotta Be.

 

So many flaws with this reason,
Think nothing but treason,
As I'm told to fight for freedom,
With so many cowards in this legion.

 

It's the season for forgetting the hype,
Do what you'd like,
And when the time is right,
Your insight will be ripe.

 

Abuse for the sake of
Having a little power,
As sour vines write the
Rhymes that define our time.

 

Fuck the art of war!
I'm shinning through the darkness,
A true warrior of light,
Formally known as an artist.

~bohem

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