Weak, confined, lost in a dark belt of confusion. Within, a light only seen in my mind. The mind of a madman. Speak. resign, Understand the circle drawn. Ever movin, never ending. No place left to stand.
Holding on, Seeking solice. Peace is so hard to find. Turbulant storm, blizzard in the wake of a new day. Yet born in the dirt, to crawl belly down breathing the dust all the way. How can I become clean? When truth is disguised in this world unseen. And the waters are held in dirt.
Taste the deceit of the darkness. Where waters turn to blood. Where darkness only covers shadows cast in the clouds of the storm. Where red mud covers the dead. Where darkness was first born.
Who now has the answers? Are you yet confused? Has those feelings of doult, caused you to be blind to the truth? Does it eat like a cancer? Do you feel you've been used? Will this day end with another to bring more of the same? Without good or bad who can I blame?
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