Under Pressure

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My wrists are pierced

Cracked

And broken

By the torturous

Shackles

That bind me to

Places I do not belong.


Find me here

In forsaken

Nirvana

Where my 

Vocation is held

Hostage

By forces that would

Tear asunder peace

Before mercy

Attains royalty.


Only when my

Soul awakens

Will I truly find

The courage to conquer

Death and fear.

Let the grips of

Anxiety

Not shackle me.

Let the Spirit's 

Fortitude

Wash over me.


Under pressure

I will not break

I'm tired of seeing

All these fakes.

Under pressure

Let me be

The shining diamond

God created me to be.

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