Peace is the Aftermath

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
What comes out of a man is what makes him unclean.

Submitted: February 29, 2008

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I roam through life blind
somewhere I sense a war
But it's not hard to find
it thumps through my blood
from my heart

Am I really that blind
the war isn't invisible
It jumps across my mind
siezing my actions
materializing

Have I lost my mind
What is this I'm doing

I'm sick of running in circles
Where is my destination

What do I hope to find
I live as though set to rest
I breathe but my actions bind
haulting growth and life
killing me

I work as though blind
can I see what I do
I am not caring or kind
I kill my purpose
my creator

Vindicate me if you can
I'm sick of running in circles

Can't I find my destination

Can't I stop the war


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