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Misguided Virtues |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I felt the love of the bay until the wayward streets began to feel indifferently The long arduous path of a fallen soul resting, teasing the shackles of his heart like fellow ancestors that fell to their blood stained knees in the heart of war Those who virtue astray find their hearts still missing as they grow older as they grow weary of a missed pearl that awakes the moon from the ominous night Those long, cold winters the heater broken, the furnace no longer burning the ice, frigid with conviction, holding the trees branches hostage for several more months like the heavens slowly closing their gates for the winter reign Our virtues are our legacies, a long pause can turn into a life of malcontent the hardened bags that sag so far beneath your eyes your postman of the last 15 years can hardly recognize you, anymore We fight for the right to be happy to see our lives flourish amongst a field full of princes for we are all living in the carnage of our despairs and it is only fitting that we fight for the supremacy to be happy no matter if it come at the greater cost of those around us. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"Our virtues are our legacies, a long pause can turn into a life of malcontent the hardened bags that sag so far beneath your eyes your postman of the last 15 years can hardly recognize you, anymore" Sad state of affairs when some has "Misguided Virtues." JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Oh, indeed, JL....Thanks for the post Cheers |
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