Fear of self His fight is starting to show.
His light is starting to grow.
His mind is starting to know,
That his time is running low,
And so his heart is starting to flow,
And so he awakes for the stars and starts to go,
But fear is fighting screaming no!
As he’s answers start to glow,
He feels trembles down below,
He’s ground is unstable, he should have fallen long ago,
Because he calls me friend but I am foe.
So now I’m faced with a decision,
As I am aiming at he’s vision,
Because our lives are in collision,
Now to end him is my mission,
Because his brain began to listen,
At his fame and glory in transmission,
And now I stand in admission,
That his soul began to glassine.
I squeeze the gun it starts clipping,
It shoots out but keeps missing,
After the sounds of booms in repetition,<... |