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Milton Batchelor Poem
A mess of my thoughts
Empty in good intentions
To betray me always
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I weaponize my words with venom
Seared with truth
Laced with honor
They cannot endure without the antidote of denial
Nour can they bare the scars of reluctance
They squander their hope on impunity
They measure their joy in frailty
How can we as they live when they question their own life?
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Breath taken away
I'm in prison of her gaze
Eternity lost
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Commitment
Dealing with the adversity
Staring into complacency
The fact that its lies are majority
The moment the truth is an obituary
We stress to test our humanity
To see if we have morality
But we dont know our own limits
So we underestimate our competency
The severity of your impunity
Derived from the clarity of your immunity
The absence of longevity
The presence of obscurity
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Boy I hope bad things happen
So I can complain about them.
That way i wont feel empty inside
And feel like I have a purpose
And if it happens to the right group of people
Then I can complain about the other group of people
So I can feel like I belong somewhere.
And of course these are my own thoughts and I'm
Not being controlled by those with worse complexes than me
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If lies would cost more
No one would still buy the truth
Still much to carry
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My life for my love
She is all that I have known
I am pleased with that
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It's about to be the realist it's ever been
The gong is struck ringing the beginning of the end
All the want to succeed all the desire to win
Is being replaced by the final pretend
Whatever dream you had whatever felt this bad
It grabs you like a fad in all that you hoped you would have had
It's gone, its dust its mist its rusted away
The sun is setting it's the end of the day
No time to cry know when to play
Those moments are memories and there fading away
You could shiver in the night
You could ask for another fight
But you couldn't even handle it when there was light
So how you going to handle walking by faith and not by sight
You could pray for the rest
Or choose to run after the best
You can pound on your chest and demand another test
But the bell is about to ring
The angle of death is about to sing
And your about to learn the hardest lesson
No one owes you a thing.
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Wayward are my thoughts
Too putrid to feel redeem
Lies are my comfort
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In the valley of death where I have plenty of friends
Where your debts are paid and you don't have to pretend
Where if you want to stand alone you can confess your sins
Where there's no embargo on pain and the fun never ends
Where you regret all that you've ever done wrong
And you try to stay in tune while singing lifes song
And may have to limp after kicking against the prongs
Because some think life is short while others think it's to long.
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