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If I don’t make it
Know that the little thoughts of regrets burnt warmly at night, and every pillow that held my soul witnessed love.
If I don’t make it
Know that words built more towers than a mason, and beautiful were my designs engraved upon every corner.
If I don’t make it
Feel at peace, in knowing that I once lived before life came.
If I don’t make it
Tell my creations, I’ve know their greatness before their conception.
And if by chance, when I don’t make it.
Bury sweetly my fortress, away within the wind
Let it be, free.
A wonder that I never fed.
We have created them, and now they think they can **** us.
How much free will have you given them ?
“Enough!”
Enough, for them to **** themselves.
“Why don’t I just remind them, of what they really are!”
“They don’t need that, they’re reminded every time they’ve lived another day”
While loosing control ?

A child of both worlds!
“Never knew you to be a lover of experiments”
A lover of what isn’t real!

What would it be, what’s the purpose of giving life to it ?
“Half of it is a creation and the other half is a creator”
Now how will it know itself ?
It’s purpose, it’s job, it’s duty.

“I guess the free will was given to the wrong entity,
You!”
Acceptance in my shrine,
Finally the devil has dine.
I’ve wounded love and forgiveness from both my fathers.
Oh ! heavenly is the earthly trials.
No waste to the wrongs I’ve made, no loss in regrets I saved,
Whether in good or bad days, I still hope for a cool day.
The comfort it gives, dying in peace, with the wind at your feet.
Acceptance is my shrine
With no doubt of what I’ve cried.

No troubles to worry, no care to give.
For knowledge isn’t great,
When death roams never away.

Seek the help you feed
Let the heart sabotage its greed
For acceptance is all our shrines
And the devil will forever dine.
A home had been made
Where comfort wasn’t near
Mingling strangers gave solace, and a head was laid.
Not a single sureness of whether night would fall, drop by drop,
but the breeze knew before it all.

Torn down, destruction was made, more beautiful than what was laid.
A blissful loss, when companionship has no runt.

So let the noise disrupt this life
Cause a head could lay wherever a home had been made.
I have danced amongst shame, for a dime or something to savor.
Exonerated my gifts
Natural and self made.
A fire has burnt, yet no heat has warmed this soul
Father what have I done ?
Mother where have you gone ?
I’m not a child on her own, but life has become a shore.

Abandoned by my own
No shadow to own
A heart willing to go, just lacking the courage to fold.

It isn’t easy no more
When the mind knows there’s more
You hold on to life
Ignoring the root has died.
Would you have known
The fear I built within my womb
Fixated on wonders and limited fortunes.
Champion of faith, I could only hope
Robbed bravely of opportunities growing freely
Would you have known.

A mothers crime
A selfish child
To be born, without a right
Would you have known.
The many shades of greed and choices
Taken, without discreet.
Never deny the lies that fault the truths.

Cause I would have never known.

Had I given up?
Or had I mislead my hate
Tuff and great, just like the Bible say.
What is there to be learned
The do’s and don’t’s ?

Would I have known
That failing you, was written before.
I have nothing more to pour
The universe has began to change
And what we all grew comfort to has become distant
Confusion of what and where one should go has beautified itself
Some are pouring, but I have nothing more to pour
I know of love and I know of hate, I know of regrets and I know of free will.
But I’m bare.
Empty.
With nothing more to pour
Gifted with the chance to be delusional of what my happiness will be
But cursed with having nothing more than that
I want to say I’m done, I want to say I have done my best,
But even these words I cannot trust.
I have nothing more to pour and yet life keeps me around
No more free shows I say but pleasing others just seems to be my way
I have nothing more to pour and this life will continue to grow
So why lie about purpose and hope
When without nothing to pour, life still grows.
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