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Glory
My heavy crown of prickly thorns
Has my spirit withered and torn
Worn down and habitually weary
Logically angry over emotionally teary
As the tyranny seems to be on the rise
I'm keeping my head up and eyes on the prize
Hoping that there's no disguise of the hereafter
Thinking, poeting and surmising the final chapter
Has my spirit withered and torn
Worn down and habitually weary
Logically angry over emotionally teary
As the tyranny seems to be on the rise
I'm keeping my head up and eyes on the prize
Hoping that there's no disguise of the hereafter
Thinking, poeting and surmising the final chapter
Published 25th Jan 2023
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25th Jan 2023 8:49pm
30th Jan 2023 4:00am
The words we leave behind are the testament of the struggle and triumph during this lifetime.
Great work.
Great work.
