drowned in self-piety,
bathed in infatuaion,
why must lies be told to me?
is mercy recreation?
You tell me life is a "journey"
"right now its only rough"
yet somehow You expect me calmly'
to give up on this love.
it will not happen, nor will I try,
without her I am lost,
I will bear with her the tears we cry...
and protect her at all costs.
why is Your heart so calloused?
why must you be so cruel?
it only brings me malice...
and to think of You as fools.
behind you rule of tyranny,
reaping its protection,
You,smiling, hurl all this on me...
what wrong deserves correction?
why must I self saccrifice,
to the smallest of Your whims?
why must I be self-sufficed,
to sing the tyrants hymn?
why does there seem no limits..
to you limits of constraint?
why looking up to hearts of stone...
do I tell them they are saints?
- Anthony Daniel Stover
Reason for writing:
Its to long to type sorta.... Email me at KingTuesday@aol.com for the story...
Birth sign: Leo
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