My Battle Cry
My reality is not always acctuality so pay attention and follow me. Driven by thoughts of good versus evil, wanting to know which way I should go. I can't help but to know the pain of being good, but the pleasures of evil are so misunderstood. Possesed by a passion, these words of attraction my mind doesn't stop, my heart racing, debating. Reality, it's what you think you can see, but sometimes for me, all i see is misery. People just dying from the inside out, too much doubt. They need to stand up and shout. Should I take hold of my dream or just let the wolrd be. Should I belive, too many reasons unseen whats it mean, could it all be a dream. No pain in my dreams, so I know this is real, where do I go, how should I feel. Too many tears have flooded my face, been in this race for too many years. Get up and go, always on the move, whats it prove, I still don't know the truth. I try to be good but the evil keeps pulling me, forces unseen should i believe. Take hold of my actions and do what is right, stand up and fight ,no more taking flight. Must win the battle, I feel no remorse, for the evil is gone now I chose my own course.
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