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Redeemers

Loosen up, your to uptight.
Your stress is mine.
Everything is going to be fine.
We have went through hard times before.
Lets do it once more.
To your battle stations.
All hands on deck.
We will get out of this mess.
Together forever.
Broke and poor.
Wanting the more, so bad.
We can taste it.
But it seems the faster we run the further away it gets.
It makes me feel like a kid.
Some days I want to throw a tantrum.
Scream at the top of my lungs.
Only to realize the difficulties have only begun.
A road so long.
Do we got what it takes to make it to the end?
Are we dreamers who shall never be the redeemers.
Question it all.
A life without purpose.
Is a miserable one by all standards.
When in doubt we must dig into the depth of our soul,
and find that reason above all other reasons.
Cant have just wishful thinking.
For that can be mentally breaking.
Quite disappointing and aggravating.
Sometimes it can even be humiliating.
Pride comes before the fall.
Isn't that the truth.
So Ill just swallow it.
Suck it in.
Just forgive and let live.
It gets easier each time.
The hope is spread like a cancer.
It infects and unexpectedly you find its is malicious.
The beautiful let down.
Welcome to the place
where I constantly make my stand.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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