***This poem is a tribute. some may get it... most probably will not***
What I have is mine, my thoughts
my pride can not be stolen by the
stale sound of your breathe.
You fall in line blindly, not seeing
the truth.
Fate. Bullshit.
I will choose my own destiny,
fate is for the feeble minded,
blindly walking through the forest
of hypocorisy.
I will fight. I will fight.
Holding those I love on a higher
level on a plane higher than your god.
I will defend what I love till my bitter end.
I will not!
lose sight of the feelings I hold to
tightly. I will not watch the float away,
like a leaf stuck in the wind of everyday'
life; show them the light.
for
What I have in my heart!
What I have in my heart!
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I will take to my grave.
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