180 degrees can change my life
as i sit here stabbing the air with this knife
should i turn around and end it now?
or continue this life beneath this frown?
Well, some say yes
and some say no,
but I’m here to tell you
it doesn’t matter which way you go.
‘Cause you all end up
in the same place,
in the same time,
face to face with the thing
you may deem divine.
And that’s God.
God is the magical one,
the mysterious one,
the one that may seem to be having
all the fun.
He’s playing with the puppets,
and you’re the one
that’s doing his wishes
and not having fun.
But I’m not here to tell you
what’s false and what’s true,
I’m here to tell you that
you decide what you do.
I’m not here to tell you
what’s right and what’s wrong
I’m here to tell you that
you do belong.
Even though you’re self-esteem
may be gone.
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the reading of books
and nonchalant looks
has got me up on edge
how do i let
my true colours flow
when i am nothing
but the universe
which is only everything i know
how can i make do
with the unjust
and bias based views
of powers that i know to be true.
i am blind
i am weak
i am a child of unknown beliefs
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Tigers blood
coursing through its Veins
blocking out any further pain
the growl that makes grown men come to tears
realizing the true face of fear
running would be pointless
screaming proved helpless
face down in the mud
comes the true meaning of tigers blood.
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