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SOUL JARRED



Judge me only by a cover then you will never satisfactorily read me to note my distinctions
It is your flaw as I possess many storeys, I am epic so deep I present tens of emotions
The fact is you may try to lie, bury and then shelf me where I do not belong
However if you are to tally my writes as being totally my wrongs
I will continually remain positive so not onto me is your para grafted
Always will I read between the lines not to be in file being drafted
As a faceless caricature drawn by the lead... led left to right for a con script
Unseasoned spring up in march yielding to a voice of rime and reason stripped
Suppose anger proves red colour binds any whom succumb to this tending
Turn a new leaf to find the last page long shorn, a torment without ending
Focus on one chap terse, until readied to follow every word to the last letter
Without end realise it is a fictitious belief this worn torn drama makes all better
A mess engineered higher up lit a match made in the heavens ignites a fuse for ones safe from the core eruption
A messenger jeered thrust into Hell armed by those that hire for reasons drenched in financial corruption
Cardinal rule loom in a sense over a sole journey of a soul in sojourn search to find a way back
No longer holds onto the belief of inflicting a massacreationist carnage is a virtuous act
Not unlike the countless many before as he rose he returns a soul jarred
No longer stands to get attention in a disordered pose traumatic stress embarked
A battle feels to be exploding shrapnel in his mind as it dies from the dying each raking moment
Severed countless times a scar lets crimson seep from a wounded heart ever in torment
Human no I.D. tagged dogged, cold and hard back from the experience of a death time
No spiritual guidance from mortal instructions to expunge the experience of a life… time... after time... after time
Finally an end arrives to this tour of delusion, a hero that once stood in place… all do now evict him
So hard to be delivered from evil following an acceptance of partaking in the deliverance of sin
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Submitted by Hubbsify on August 04, 2022

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  • Hubbsify
    You seem to have missed the point entirely. However I read Sweetheart which is what I would define as having your horn on blast
    LikeReply7 months ago
  • Dougla$Irishman
    A rolling stone gathers no moss - going through life and its all about you !
    In life you can't judge a book by it's cover, , it's what inside that counts !
    Stop tooting your horn, you are not the cat's meow !
    A lot about adieu !
    Am I missing something ?
     
    LikeReply7 months ago

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