

I have a FatherTearing into this soul, fingers of life Piercing into this heart,I have a Father
a rusted knife
Rivers of tears,
that shall never be shed I've been living this trying life, as one of the dead
My mind encased, within a metal box Decorated with every emotion, there is but one key to all these locks
Held in my hand, an uncovered lie A piece of myself, I'd been trying to hide
Walking through a forest, of bryers and thorns From a fragile state of mind, this realization was torn
Reaching into this soul now, &


My nameMind packed full With heavy led “We are nothing but numbers” Or so she saidMy name
We walk the streets Among this deadly beast Live our small lives As existing, at the least Feed the demons of earth With a bountiful feast But I stand within these snakes As one of the sheep
Searing realization, I can’t feel myself breath I take but another step As my soul starts to seethe One more inhalation And one last stride Have I lost communication? Am I simply along for the ride? Seemingly forgotten The troubles of this one


Warrior of GodMy soul is a lake long run dry I feel so fake the beating of my heart may comply Where am I going? And what shall I do? My dreams shattering, But then I met you Like rain in a drout my heart was filled And without a doubt my futer is now silled I live and die, for you souly And wherever I may go I know you stay with me I will fight for you as time comes to a close And sing for you too because you are all I must know You are all that there is and all that will ever come I shall stay in my sence Always with yWarrior of God