it's a crime
it's a crime that we grow up thinking that we should fear being who we are. its a crime to grow up thinking our bodies are dirty, and that the beauty of nakedness is the devil. its a crime that we waste precious hours in mindless repetition of some old worn out creed, and its a crime that its all in the name of a person who actaully could see. its dragging so many people down, to not be who they are, to fight the light inside, to say, oh well that's not really me, i'm this idea of persona that you want me to be. granted i know, not everyone is cursed with the vice of mediocrity, the temptation of shying out of life, to give in to things every day that are controlling your every way. it's a crime that there's no hope for the dead. there's no hope for the soliders that have laid to rest. lets just hope we dont soon find, that this was all set up for the corruption of the rich and the elite's design. letting a voice be new is indeed something to be feared. it is a crime to follow suit. it's starvation of the soul, and the soul will soon reap its due. it comes like the dawn, and steals your day like the night, it finds you when you try to run, and you run, and you run, and its a crime that you're running. it's time to save souls and run into the light of yourself. where your whispers lie. and speak to you of pathways, you didnt even know existed, and only by following the flow of this inspirational soliliquy will the seeds of a new evolution be sewn. clothe not your heart, it seeks to be naked, like adam and eve that holds its way. like cain, marked well, and set apart from the rest of the race.
it's a crime that we grow up thinking that we should fear being who we are. its a crime to grow up thinking our bodies are dirty, and that the beauty of nakedness is the devil. its a crime that we waste precious hours in mindless repetition of some old worn out creed, and its a crime that its all in the name of a person who actaully could see. its dragging so many people down, to not be who they are, to fight the light inside, to say, oh well that's not really me, i'm this idea of persona that you want me to be. granted i know, not everyone is cursed with the vice of mediocrity, the temptation of shying out of life, to give in to things every day that are controlling your every way. it's a crime that there's no hope for the dead. there's no hope for the soliders that have laid to rest. lets just hope we dont soon find, that this was all set up for the corruption of the rich and the elite's design. letting a voice be new is indeed something to be feared. it is a crime to follow suit. it's starvation of the soul, and the soul will soon reap its due. it comes like the dawn, and steals your day like the night, it finds you when you try to run, and you run, and you run, and its a crime that you're running. it's time to save souls and run into the light of yourself. where your whispers lie. and speak to you of pathways, you didnt even know existed, and only by following the flow of this inspirational soliliquy will the seeds of a new evolution be sewn. clothe not your heart, it seeks to be naked, like adam and eve that holds its way. like cain, marked well, and set apart from the rest of the race.


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shesinparties:
my email is rileykelso@aol.com if you get a minute to send your songs. i would love to check them out

huskysox:
you are pretty!