[Spoken]

Forsaken...

He stood firm and never churned from his border,
Let it burn, the lesson learned, feeling trapped in a corner.
Kept on waiting for time that never cared to incline,
Saw the roads that paved souls but it never lead to his mind.
Crossing acceptance and simply forging the blessing,
Metal casings slugged to awaken the nearest souls that were resting.
Hiding deep in the trenches- rigamortis, infected,
Patching wounds that would assume one corpse is infested.
He shook the gesture and took the venture with pride,
Plugged the outburst on the outskirts and forced them to hide.
No weakness shall be given as he was living a dream,
Saving time while caving lies that built a bridge over streams.
Lucid he went while keeping the intrusive content,
Confusion among movement but it was fluid at best.
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I've seen all sides but to my surprise this is new,
Such depression with aggression? Honey, this isn't you.
Don't tell me what I know. Im a relishing clone,
Supressing all this anger that seems to strangle all ive condoned.
I'm just concerned for the sake of what you might let fade,
Turn loose with no dispute and let the skies turn grey.
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He sold his soul to his worshipper and never turned back,
A sergeant in his platoon but had forgot he was a dad.
A husband, a friend. A human being at that,
Suffocating himself till it all fades to black.
Took to war; His life including his child and wife,
Lived by the bullet, the suffix; a rubrix cube deep inside.
Till the smoke cleared and all dear was gone and a mess,
Sold his soul to a hole that left him asking for death.