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::: Road to Completion :::

Shake me down
Rape me down
Full blown break me down
Take my rights
At the height
Of this free world’s death flight
Burn the clothes, stop my engine
Heart and soul, don’t win elections
All my fire has been bottled up to keep me from pretending
I can make a difference.
Little girls subjected to short shirts,
Short skirts
Short end of the stick
What you get… is what you get
No point in striving
If hell and less than we deserve were underwater,
We’d be diving
Little hums and little mummers
Get knocked down a little further
Stop before they’re started
How can I become a canvas-less non-painting artist?
Working with nothing but my heart and a voice
Not by chance, but by choice
Wasn’t my plan, but it works
To keep me sane
Looking in the future, see my chanting from my grave
Can’t be stopped
Can’t be stopped
Forget the failures that I’ve had
Forever more I’ll do this
Cause eternity is more concerned with good intentions than life ever can.
So if you ever think it’s too much to look back
Or bear down
Or stand up for your freedom of the mind
Think about how uncomfortable it’ll be when the walls are closed in on you and there’s no room for light in darkness’s scheme of things
And you’re wishing you wouldn’t have put your destiny in the hands of luck.
Leave what they gave you, and burn the remains
The only way that they’ll get the picture that your worth is not measurable is if you show them
So tell them, show them.
Not one step on this road to completion will be in vain

Written by: ~ Kevin J