Turning Anguish Part 2
Missing a remarkable meaning in my life
I’m the woeful sacrifice
play me as the dice
on the solid table
and roll me and speak of a fable
don’t toss me
like a valueless toy
brushing…echoing harsh envy
Heed to our last plea
You’ll face dire rage
giving no mercy to your desire
Are you aware you fed my wrath?
Mercy-filled bliss
don’t exist in this pile of vile
father…mother
Don’t bother to trace our passing ease
that we dearly missed
What could brew these ruins to love?
Disbelief covers my once kind heart
conquered by avarice
Unforgettable doom,
has been written on our tombs,
sending us a last kiss of unmoved death
Giving us futility…
Leaving us without a breath
Behave and deal with
frightening bolts that dare
break us apart
and turn it to denied anguish
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
We all do our part in it
That’s the troubling truth
Toil cheers up the spoil
What could we do
to get us ahead of
Power?
stricken in toil
Separate the spoil
that crumbles away like foil
Give us little power
and lift up the broken twin towers
and fill us with
Unspoiled love
The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with
Unspoiled love
The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with
Unspoiled love
Your sun will shun out strife
and be a kit to fix up concealed love
and fill us with
harmless love
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