The walls and the Lord know my pain.

They coached me taught me not get caught in transgressions and rain.

Stains are story told as physical memories I was told.

Its kind of cold be bold block but never hold guard tackle center protect the line through the middle.


Jacket coat cardigan here I go again.

Where do I begin from the end or start from within.

Fear is a limitation.

Struggle and strife lead to uneasy calibration.

Pain is joy and happiness fighting separation.

Life is more than a silly paradigm explained as motion.


I plan to land to stand to take in the remembrance of the stage.

Never age not to be temperamental to me influential in life melodic of symphonies .

Grace of from the cage to show imagery.

Top to bottom and again from the top I claim my victory.

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