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Sentry






Sentry




I hear my ghosts howling/
So rattling/
And jarring, my soul hounding/
Me for these broke answers/
Am I thrown, damaged/
Or chose, branded/
For more by God, my life a loaded challenge/
Because when I awoke malice/
Was waiting for me, but I drove past it/
Trying to close caskets/
But those bastards/
Wont stammer/
As they sing in smoke, panels/
Of trauma and low status/
Behold, pastures/
Arent green but they're the most ravaged/
Coasts imagin-/
Able through your scopes halfwits/
"How did he cope, man it's"/
"Funny he waited this long to broach about his"/
"Abuse at our son's gross hands, did"/
"He make it up, why'd he wait so long, I don't grasp it."/
Because it's not for you to decide/
My perceived rights/
As I tell the truth you deride/
And believe I/
Derived/
From a place of hatred and obscene lies/
These fires/
Have been burning all these nights/
Over years, over twenty Ive/
Counted, and instead of being right/
There like you loved me you scream, fight/
And revile/
Me like/
I want these types/
Of memories writh-/
Ing ri-/
Outously guys/
You think Ive/
Been good, but it's only because I've seen right/
Through my own extreme plight/
And realized that to be normal I'd have to lean time/
And time again into my unwanted deep files/
And swing, slice/
Until they fell, waiting for them to breathe life/
Unwanted once again, you think I/
Wanted this shit, to be my/
Own fucking sentry/
Unrelenting/
Huddled, envi-/
Ous of others who dont have to sleep eye-/
Ing their own darkness for their deceased ris-/
Ing up to complete trials/
But I dont preach, I/
Instead speak, ride/
Into battle and seek life/
Because I need bile/
In my belly to leave, rise/
To my mouth and squeak by/
So I can meet my/
Destiny without deceit, lies/
But with an eager smile/
If theres a meaning I know/
God will lead me right to/
Heaven past my preening psycho/
Creeping micro/
Issues and keep me dry from/
Harsh weather, beaming prideful/
Because I cut this sentence, life to 25 so/
Hug me/
Love me/
Or say fuck me/
It makes no difference, I'm the leaf that flies those/
Breezes quiet/
A clean disciple/
Of reading, violence/
And creatures my own/
Blood wouldnt believe if I showed/
Them, they're weak and piled/
Together while I sing in triumph/
Because the darkness you seem to shy from/
Is what I've known since 8, I'll lead you right up/
To the peace I dine from/
I seized it like a/
Piece of dried up/
Meat in my dung-/
Eon, have a seat and dice up/
Meet the price of/
My abuse, the least desirable/
Effects between me and liars/
"Oh but he admired-"/
Shut up, you'll keep your silence/
When I speak with righteous/
Fury and rhyming/

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I cant sleep/
Because these damn bleat-/
Ing fat sheep/
Harass me/
With thoughts of home everlasting/
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If I'm doubting/
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