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The thing about rebirth is you have to die first
I thought my first death would be my last My body was pressed against the cold ground Burdened down by my sins of the past A sea of Skeletons burst from their graves Pouring out of the closets I had locked them in In hopes to never see them again But there I was beneath a sea of sorrow and regret The bones of old faces, dead bodies of lies Burrowed themselves into my skin As they flowed over me I was dying Gasping for my last breath Clinging on to life Trying my best not to drown Savoring the old oxygen in my lungs I flailed my limbs around Attempting to reach the surface But the more I tried the deeper I sunk A wise voice that sounded like mine Invaded the rattling of the bones And whispered, You must be still to float You have to let go of the ghost. How silly was I to tread against the tide? A part of me died So that I could live I let go of life And I was born again We will die a thousand times In this existence A thousand more in the next The song of the Phoenix Never ends Might as well sing along
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kidnapped
Stolen at birth It's innocence It's Potential stripped away by its Perverted founding fathers Swept under Holy sheets of white Stained in blood Embellished with Manifest Destiny We thought we could escape this feigned ghost Spotted in deep red We hoped we would find it Remove the blotches Revive the spread Wash the flag clean Freedom, hope, abundance america But, Nations built on sinkholes Don't stand long In the meantime we Inhale the fumes oozing from Pipe dreams we know tar is filling our lungs still, We call this air clean We remembered America as an ideal The prodigy child Until Trump Trump was us stumbling upon America's young limp body With cold eyes rotting away in a corn field her soul sucked out Left to disintegrate By the invention of Whiteness That plagues both races A cure that division won't allow Oh but we won't mourn Her loss soul for We have mourned already my people knew Now we simply have more proof Trump has placed a mirror to The festering sore Of dreams deferred These scars are where past and present meet In this Rejoice It is time to sever the limb The time is nigh children of fire blood and flesh Dance beneath the moon For the revolution calls It's howling for you. We were born dead
Drawing closer to our last breath From the very first Withering before EACH OTHER'S eyes With smiles etched on our decaying faces We watch the hands As time patiently peels away the layers of our flesh Fatality awaits all who draw breath We bear the same fate, death Oh how fragile and broken We mortals are But the future casts a cast spell protecting our vulnerable form The future etches an escape From the fates The future Turns Venom to wine We are the future It is in our power To immortalize ourselves Yet we are selfish and cruel Blinded by the rays of now Distorting our views So we can't see beyond Our own lifetimes We keep ourselves mortal Leaving nothing behind Hate, War, Pillage, and Con It's a nasty pedestal Mankind sits on He will fall and we will rebuild Emerging from the flames Anew Fresh like morning glory Leaves kissed by dew We are the future But first We must snatch the blinders from our eyes We can Cheat the test of time Immorality is real Protect the Future Because The end is near 7 days, 7 nights I spent Hibernating
for 7 days and 7 nights My eyes were either closed or wet Reality was the enemy from which I hid Cloaked in sleep Reality came with shackles Shackles I slipped out of When I slipped into sleep Unwavering freedom lies in the land of dreams Slumber soothed me Placed my soul at ease But upon awakening Reality would shake me Scaring me back to the comfort of my dreams Frightened I closed my eyes attempting to escape this space but life too is but a dream a dream my fears had turned into a nightmare a pinch to the arm revealed the illusion the demons i cast to scare myself into safety were unmasked and only then was i able to rise from my slumber free to truly dream Looking back the days feel like months
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