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I was a Boy

 i was a boy listen on youtube or here I exiled myself from the outside into the void  Not to run away but to find myself  I thought & believed what I observed to be the difference there had been signs of crumblings & decay = I need to rebuild myself  To know me before I introduce myself to others In this strange atmosphere I realized that  I've discovered an ancient pulse  it’s found in every reciprocation  with born whispers from breathing souls  = reaching into every mind through grievances laid on walls    tagging through skin for best results via gentle touch and through these we find the divine that lifts us up And being alone I had only one place to search ,  further inward, down in the sub basement of my core  i needed a reflection of me to see me in the third person Am I searching for the divinity of god or the divinity from within?  it started when I was a boy and she was nothing in the void I was a boy a...

War Monger

war monger

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once upon a time I was a war monger
under the flags of hate under the preaching of waste
 =.
I challenged you once, dropped you twice,
for you to bounced back thrice
=
semblance & deceit tempting fools to engage
the battle-hardened colors of your red hair,
pink outlines, blue eyes,sleek bones that hold you up,
and the colored skin of milk, that consumed my stamina
=
I pathed to you over dead bodies,
a bridge we built, battling others' ideologies,
deciphering the waves of your laughter when you fell in my path,
you exhausted, myself wounded & nothing more to do than stare.
=  
I vowed to hate you just for today, So you'll hate me tomorrow
a stress trial, gauging pulses.
I'll wait for the day after to see who's succumbing to the penances of this tug war?
=
Did you know that love is a trollop from the inside?
I should've concealed it some more with the blunt side of dementia

but I haven't missed you yet you never left my head
I'll call you when the stream ceases and we might have a truce
when your absence loosens its grip,
when you plan to come in peace,
when you change your war armor,
change the colors of your red hair,
pink outlines, blue eyes,
sleek bones that hold you up
and the colored skin of milk.
 =
from this weakening, I can tell, I'll call you tomorrow
maybe, I'll wait for you for one last stand before I give up
before I give up being a hateful war monger
under the flags of hate under the preaching of waste.
=
it's been awhile Nichole and just wondering
are you still battle hardened?
Nichole are you still the same wild Miami girl?
=

for Nichole (Wild Miami Girl)
Feb 13, 202

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lyrics & vocals by: azdi404
music credit: jurrivh - Te Extraño - Sad Piano (La Canción Mas Triste Del Mundo)


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