I put the pen to the paper and mark a marvelous meaning,
About the depth of my anger and how bombarded I'm feeling,
Caught in suspense on a hanger adopting hardened demeanors,
Ready to swim through the danger dodging the horrible creatures,
I wish my heart wasn't evil, I wish I had me a preacher,
To come and barter with demons enough to throttle this fever,
I hope my people ain't feeling the sinking thoughts that I'm thinking,
I hope they pick up their cleavers and all unite as a legion,
Although I'm done with that region I find more meaning in songs,
I write and get to releasing the fights I still carry on,
Some nights my heartlessness freezes between my index and thumb,
The pen that I speak with until my written pieces are done,
My consciousness steadily leeching what to say from my tongue,
To aid my body with reaching in this ascension of rungs,
I take it deeper and deeper with every story that's sung,
And still the mountain grows steeper where all my verses are from,
Versatile one, I hope you peeped it cause the flowing is done,
Rivers have run to the beaches where bodies bloat in the sun.
***I edited this twice, as I saw fit, to correct various typos.***About the depth of my anger and how bombarded I'm feeling,
Caught in suspense on a hanger adopting hardened demeanors,
Ready to swim through the danger dodging the horrible creatures,
I wish my heart wasn't evil, I wish I had me a preacher,
To come and barter with demons enough to throttle this fever,
I hope my people ain't feeling the sinking thoughts that I'm thinking,
I hope they pick up their cleavers and all unite as a legion,
Although I'm done with that region I find more meaning in songs,
I write and get to releasing the fights I still carry on,
Some nights my heartlessness freezes between my index and thumb,
The pen that I speak with until my written pieces are done,
My consciousness steadily leeching what to say from my tongue,
To aid my body with reaching in this ascension of rungs,
I take it deeper and deeper with every story that's sung,
And still the mountain grows steeper where all my verses are from,
Versatile one, I hope you peeped it cause the flowing is done,
Rivers have run to the beaches where bodies bloat in the sun.
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