I wish that i could rest
but my mind never sleeps
it's always running laps
like a fixture on a track
I can't foresee the future
and who can change the past?
the only thing we can do
is count the time elapsed
forbidden from this correlation
that is conjoined in between our destiny's
but what it's worth exactly
isn't yet clear to me
my elastic soul is stretching thin
these heavy thoughts are weighed with sin
i'm waging a war against this thief from within
who seeks again to steal my life
the truth is hard
(when in stone it's carved)
the devil creeps as he's at large.
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Collection of Random Writing
AcakA collection of things I've written for fun over the years. Started as a CAS project, but now it's become a hobby.
