The Feeling, direction, explanation, and contemplating the Ifs.
All in the opposite force of the earth’s rotation
Grounded as Gravitation.
~If I Can Explain The Way I Feel~
Stuck while searching for an even kill
Who’s to hear?
Who’s to fear?
None.
No one cares
No one shares
And all I see is Hurtful tears.
Though loneliness takes comfort, Deep inside I shout in great glory to the almighty;
For opportunity granted to live a lifestyle well above a vast majority of souls on earth.
Since unfinished business is not my forte,
I strive on that even kill
Hoping to put the finishing touch on this portray before sunset
Only until
Who’s to blame?
Self. Self.
May the strong survive
The weak Shaken
The virgin thrown in the snake pit or deep in the ocean honoring the kraken.
Only until
The more things change,
The more I stay the same
Seasons will come and go
But I will never change my flow
Rather be the shelf
Not the product in it
Real soldiers win it
Only until.
Never Still.
Rumble young man, Rumble…
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