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Pledge And Honor












Pledge And Honor






Pledge and honor/
The depths I've longed for/
Forever calmer/
Than relentless ardor/
I'm dead and wrong for/
The last time, perplexed and caught up/
In senseless constructs/
That rend and harm the/
Heaven on Earth/
I've bled and fought for/
I'll sever all the/
Ties to majesty/
Cause lies are trapping me/
I might've slandered these/
People, but try imagining/
The slice of ravishing/
Paradise I'm handling/
As the strife and pandering/
To vile tampering/
Legions wont be lined up granting me/
Vital amnesty/
I'm tired, answer me/
Why the savage seas/
Stay reliant on trapping me/
Miles and cramped beliefs/
Are a style I'm banishing/
Because if they like attacking me/
Theyd better find a patch of free/
Land, froze stiff and very/
Ready for an obituary/
Slow crisp and airy/
Notice this is wary/
As I close in and bury/
Your motions for clearing/
Broken despairing/
As the oceans ensnaring/
Me again, no shit I'm scared these/
Locusts are very/
Invasive/
This latent/
Risk taker/
Is vacant/
This makes him/
A sick patient/
Entagled/
In strict slavery/
Discs playing/
Wont strip basic/
Rights and drip blazing/
Fire into the crypt's basin/
Just face it/
I'm slick, baiting/
You with lips waiting/
For a kiss, bated/
Breath shived wasted/
Mistakes and/
Took big changes/
And displaced them/
With angst and/
Clipped anxious/
Ribbed paydirt/
I wish angels/
Could revisit Hades/
Please listen saviors/
Come brisk and make me/
A little greater/
Than I was, a drifting waifish/
Brittle sadist/
That delivered payment/
In sinful wages/
I'm living aimless/
And a simple favor/
Would hit me raging/
Shifting blame to/
The realest mangy/
Black dog, crippled, staying/
Riddled namely/
With distant shame that/
Wont lift, abating/
My feelings daily/
I'm stealing fatal/
And dealing tables/
Under the blissful angle/
That a riddle may just/
Be littered making/
Sense like a missile aimed at/
My inner danger/
The middle way that/
Leads to acknowledged safety/
An honest haven/
To walk in nature/
And soften anguish/
My rotten wasted/
Stomach is knotted, laden/
With bombs and craters/
Uncommon baseless/
Distraught insane mists/
I'm lost and dazed in/
This unpolished haze with/
Chronic pain and/
Promise caved in/
Caught and tamed when/
The lock was slated/
To be shut/
This is enough/
So be a/
Friend and watch the pavement/
For my broadened basin/


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