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Nothing but the one

Contributed by lostrelic on Sunday, 17th May 2009 @ 09:41:18 AM in AEST
Topic: ApologyPoetry

This is a write about the fate that surrounds me
a nagging feeling of self-sacrifice that needs no bounds.

I have seen the problem, its not that simple to understand but i know i must go.

I am giving up my life, the world thats comfort around me, to help people who are looking for help.

To tell of the visions i have inside my mind, would only scratch the lunatic in us all.
But the sound of that impending doom is ringing like the church bells on this sunday morning,
ringing of my marriage, ringing of my friends, nothing seems right anymore.

I have been guided by a whisper all my life, a small force that has protected me.
Never really knowing what hardship was, even when i was crawling in the trenches,
never understanding why i am here or the mission that was handed to me as a child.
But i was the one.

I know what i must do, to give everything for the understanding of what true human nature is,
to walk with the broken breathing hope so the weak feel strong.
To set the world on fire, to bring rebellion to the common man, to stand tall and scream mercy dear lord mercy.

I am a rebel, a man not of comfort but of truth and despise.
Not even the little good inside could drive the night in my heart.
I am a capture of the free-will and a rebel of the spirit.
Nothing but a weak man in a world full of the meek.

You know who i am, i am the one who stares at the sun.
Looking to be blinded or to be part of the sky, to float in the sky.
I am the one who loves changing to nothing but the one.
I am anything but one, we are all the one.
We the world is all of the one, we need to be one.

Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2009-05-17 09:41:18]
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