It's the feeling of Peace, it's the feeling of Hope,
the feelings of Fear on the edge of this Slope.
I wish I can go back, tighten the Slack,
reveal the regrets thats been weighing down my back.
From the wicked of this world,
and the lost's of my life,
I write this today, because I know what I have to say.
I feel the Pain, it longs through my veins,
knowing on day it Might go away.
It was a feeling of Joy, a feeling of Life,
For once in my Life it was the feeling of Love,
I first felt alive,
then a little betrayed, I pray to the Lord,
"Is this really the way?"
I feel "His" Love, rain down like a Plague,
but I also feel Hate, like an abandoned old rag,
I feel like unloading a mag to my brain,
covered in this blanket of shame.
It's like im now blind, to see the good in our days,
my angers overtaken into radiating rays, I hear the Angels say to rise Upon this Stage,
ignoring my thoughts of revolting rage.
I tightened my stance, Oh, how I trust in the Lords plans,
But its the feeling of Faith that most Importantly Awaits...
M.C.Vollmann / RR
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- Published: February 23rd, 2023 18:08
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- Category: Love
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