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"My Incoherent Musings."

How come it is that I can't
help but speaking the truth
of the things that I see

And I know to some it makes
me seem strange or an
out-cast and like I am caught
somewhere in-between the
levels of consciousness

But

When I would think to keep
silence, my heart want let
me be

I have an uncanny way of
seeing right into the reality
of a thing and from me it
does not hide its true face

This has been proven to me
time and time again and
persons have come to me
asking for advice knowing
that I will tell them what
needs to be done without
hesitation for their good and
to their astonishment when
it happens too

This will happen without fail
and no matter how hard I'll
try, unto this internal
beckoning I'll yield

It's like a crafts-man who
specializes in a field
And when he's called upon
he comes forward to ply
his trade

So I guess that I am destined
unto this fate
And upon this gift I wait until
it asks of me my worth
To do what it requires of me in
the earth

And the desires of men I have
which some would say are
contrary to these, "Callings,"
and can't work through you
because you are of the, "Fallen,"

So with this guilt of soul I wrestle
wondering, can the two co-exist
in one vessel
Written by hungrypan74 (Dantalyon)
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