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The Beat Carries On

Will I succumb to dark thoughts of silencing my drum?
Pulling the trigger with the finger next to the thumb?
Instead of eclipsing the Sun, I still run the race
Feeling fatigued & weak; starting to slow my pace

Face not showing a trace of contemplating this
Displaying a raised fist while not wanting to exist
The pulpit doesn't do shit for my spirit anymore
Deciphering truth from spoof's an exhausting chore

Choosing to ignore admonishment & chastisement
Refusing the breeding or spoon feeding of their testament
Making an investment in free thought instead of staying caught
In taut nets with the rest whose faith has been bought

Who've sought out beliefs to help diminish their grief
As a man, I truly understand that pain isn't brief
Even a leaf seeks relief from brutalities of the cold
You'll do you, I'll do me, as we refuse to fold
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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