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Posted: June 20th. 2011 9:47:00 AM
A monolog to Veritas Aequitas by Darkest Hour
Age Group: Adult
And still I search for the words to define
How I fell out of space out of time
Longing I'm looking for my lo0ve to find
Its home in lonesome I've grown
Holy as I know only to grow
Bound by nothing from my past
My perents lay in there ash
If their death was here may part me from my sorrow
Longing for the hold of tomorrow
To hold my body as my soul is hollow
Bound by nothing all I see is sorrow
For this world is not made for the likes of me
Finding only the highest of things as sorts of worth
As water may weld more the dirt
Novalities based of frivelty
Cowordly we set expcepting
waiting for a day to carry us away
By the hands of a job and carrer
All path moving away from the grass
And still we go on with nothing to hold
After we part is it just dark
Oh no bound by nothing you know.
I am a continuous soul
I see that I'm lost in the riddles of mind
Looking for the words to define
But as I think I lose touch
Of what I was searching for in the muck
Down on luck don't give a ***
Infesting gods creation
How can you call your safe heaven holy
Lined by the darkest tented leaves
We moved to leave
We move to leave
So hoping are search gate us beyond this call
That our words become our laws
we govern ourselves
And as the music changes
The memories fade
To another day where I ask this fait
Left to roit and wait for him to return
What if its a lie what have I learned
Looking for only god to save this world
asking for what its all for.
This life lived in cloaked memories
Of what we used to be
The greats the hights and I'm still bound by light
As we built nukulary booms and we still try to fight
what the *** is going on
What has been the persuit of humanity
To fight eafchother open handly and every chance you see
I seen this long in advance I've learned
The sought of the likes of you are not
Bound by the mind that has taught
Nothing you just speak alot in a frut
Your all nuts runnning around for what
Save your soul
Looking for the mold to open your minds
To the hearts that scream out every night
For the son of the crack head
To the ones that are already dead
The ones I've seen end it themselves
The ones we dragged out of hell
The ones we left there to roit
And the ones that just sat and watched
911 was an inside job
And you still let bush walk
Theres to much to go into so I'll just stop
But mindful I will not be moked
Searching for words to end my phrase
In the depth of mind I continue to play.
Looking for the locks to be picked
So I can softly sit among the holies
Bound to that'what GOD has told me
Author's Notes: I'm producing this into a song. Ask many question.
Author's Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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