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To My Aries, Perhaps I have been experiencing a wavering faith. I want to blame someone for the mess I am in. God. The Devil. Someone. Anyone. I have come to the realization that I can only blame myself.
The ground trembles,
The crowd roars,
He hurdles through the defense,
He has done it all before,
“Aries! Aries!”
Down goes an opponent,
Down drips his bloody nose,
Chaos from the sidelines,
Love songs and empty words curled
Around ideas of what love
Should be, like horns that ram the unsuspecting,
Shaking and shattering bones
And all expectation of the
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand.
I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab.
When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside.
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand.
I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab.
When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside.
