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Some like to serenade
With hands behind their backs
As they slowly
Pull the pin from the grenade
I observed the nuances in advance
On the front line
With the rest of the brigrade
Only the strong survive
In this renegade
I’ve been betrayed once or twice
Being vulnerable
Is not a vice I advertise
My father’s daughter
I’m strapped and ready for war
On a mission to protect my own
You can kill the flesh
But you’ll never take my soul
I’m dialed in
Moving with a puma’s pace
Every movement is controlled
Used to walk the tight rope
On the defense
Fighting like there’s two hands
Around my throat
Then it all changed
What do you know
Each day I had to meditate
Adjust the state of my position
Clever bargaining with my intuition
It took resilience to push resistance
The hard exterior was difficult to break
Used to live by the motto
Revenge is mine to take
Had to question what brought me
To the state of hate
A few failed intermissions
The inability to rationalize mistakes
Havoc forced me to misbehave
Waiting on the edge of destruction
Until I had to stake a claim
Then I realized having control
Doesn’t change your fate
It’s a damn shame
Years wasted in a rut
Until I rebuilt my temple
From the ground up
Positive inflections
Poured from a half filled cup
Inspired today
By what once was
Written By:
Dez Sevena
