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Purpose

Once upon a time,
I thought I had a purpose
C'mon I know you heard this
Words reverberate the world
As it bellows out its verses
Poised and perfect like we
Rehearsed it
In fact I know it is,
 I've seen it in the worst shit
First it's dads with thirsty hands
Can't seem to keep em outta
mommy's purses
To damn he's gone mad
Momma lying on the floor blood spurtin
And you swing with all you can
You little shit, you're just
Earthworm to them
But I know whats mine to mine
And I bring back that earth so firm to them
Rock on,
But know there is no splurging
No remorse, no room for purging
This is raw emotions exploding
When the sun gave no forboding
Of the surface time and distance it was closing
Same as arriving at the gate
At the perfect instant to hear it click
As it's closing
And I stood outside the gate
And asked for purpose
And asked again
No one showed me
Got tired of waiting
Said fuck the gate
I got to walking
And give my love
To anyone that bothers to know me
I guess my purpose is yours
With all of the inbetweens,
And through me
And should you ever need my heart
Rip me apart
And take all that you need
Written by beanbandit (Unfate the death shaman)
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