In Battles Of Our Own
Written by: Mario Vitale
In battles of our own
A man will live to advance home
Through a variation in a dream
In faulty idol flowing stream
An ellapsed tongue had tainted my inner vision
In battles of our own,
Shattered silence through scattered temperaments choose
Within it's vested silence in scourge of desire
It comes down to the pivotal wire
We then choose to socially internalize
Yet when will we ever live to realize
In battles of our own when we are a long way off from home
In dreams filled with violence ever needing
In sorrowful intention remorse without having any meaning
Through an opened window of hope we vaguely see a reason to believe
A given chance at victory for one to safely stay
Through inner torn pain in shattered misery
In battles of our own
A house without an actual home
A pulse by which to skip a single beat
A couple in which to meet & greet
Shattered dreams in vested plans
Hoping someday we will all live to understand
Depart from me!
In much pain one's inner character can ensue
Through heart ache and inner turmoil
Some have waited too long for making water to boil
They take the baked potatoe out yet without first checking the aluminum foil
Depart from me you workers of iniquity
You often will lie in wait in order to deceive
Within violent vanquished thorns proned to demonic destruction!
We often will walk through long lines leading to eternal misery
Depart from me in cloven turned ivy briars that are stained green
We then launch out with self attached to a rocky foundation
Those who are self seekers will soon come to nothing yet vanished
The anguish in your inner soul will fold amidst its rubble
In place of calmness their will be that of double trouble
A wretched scream of swollen discord for now silently filtered
Your heart is a door mat bent toward Hell's destruction!
The weary traveler will depend upon
We spend our days in idol proned temperament all alone
Shadows from a battered soul in complete darkness then comes the fullest light
No oe ever said the heavenly way would be easy
Many simply base their whole existence on faulty extremeties!
Comments
trois shatter
kind of threw me a bit
that word...
in a very clever well crafted poem
crushed....cleaved
dissolved...corrupt
destroyed...pulverized..
pummeled..reduced..
among many other variations
for the "striking" of impact
of the break down
that may be needed..
other then that as I say
I like the way of your voice
in this flow of work
I enjoy rap music
most of the rappers are bright
people...females included
Russia has many artists
it feels musical this work
Thank U !
Mr Wolf!