Down In My Heart
My pumping heart worries about what's to come
My gut urges me onward not expecting any
questions about why I must
My mind, deciphering the body's requests, tells me
think for yourself... Loud-mouthed organs scream
in opposition…
Raw feet carry me on a jagged path,
rushing me heavenward; Gods on gilded thrones
watch this violent dance, take note of what's to come…
I might be bitter from fate, I might be better off
giving up, my body so fragile, alone in this battle––
Nothing can stop the heavy rain I will bring down.
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