The ways of life.. the days disguise..
amazed,
as sunny skies, turn black and dies..
internal thoughts.. forsaken lots..
fumes burn the minds distrought..
and when the rise of the moon brings the tears,
soon,
you'll hear there doom.. the last spoon..
the breath you took from god's tomb..
listen to its words..pay attention to his nerves..
hear the twitch that clicks and sends its greatest reserves..
live,
and live as it was your last..
cuz your past will burn you out too fast..
ignorance and betrayal, frail to comment and fail..
hail the day.. the beautiful stray of light,
the path of the present fight..
how it over shadows the bristle of trees in the dark yellow night..
really..
its not about a cast spell.. its not about luck..
the brain is powerful stuff..
and you dont want to get caught up..
im letting you know ahead of time..
before that last lime is squeezed..
so that cup of whiskey doesnt become your last tease..
battle every war..
make war of every battle..
because at the end ur the only leader of ur heart....
and what it truely desires..
Rodrigo aka Da-Vishun
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love it. glad to see you writing and sharing again! <3
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