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Capillaries Bled like rivers
Capillaries bleeding intensely, resembling rivers
Straight From gods hand
Emerging directly from the divine source
Every step to catch my stride
Each attempt to find my pace
Only brings pain In the end
Results only in eventual suffering
Relay points Synchronized
Coordination points aligned, yet it's time to end, not restart
Time to kill not to start again
Time is better spent causing harm than beginning anew
Their gun is aimed
They target the heavens with their weapon
Towards the sky
Directed towards the sky
But hollow points
However, the impact is superficial
Fall on my mind
Hollow-point bullets affect my thoughts
So you wanna know the truth?
Expressing a desire for truth revelation
Beautiful on the ends
External beauty with internal pain
But thorns in my grasp
Though it seems desirable, it causes suffering when held
You say it comes from a place of love
Claiming love as the source, yet true love requires restraint
But true love knows when to hold back
Recognizing the wisdom of withholding in genuine love
Maybe the time is nigh
Perhaps the right moment is approaching
Seeds will sprout
Seeds of change will sprout
At the death of the night
As night ends, understanding will emerge
Well see eye to eye
A promise of mutual understanding
Garden of potential
Symbolizing a potential paradise
Where the sprinters
Where aspirations met their demise
Died
Pass it off
Dismissive of past experiences
I've had my fill
I have had enough of these encounters
You fucked around
Engaged in undesirable actions, tired of the impurity
Enough of this filth
Get fucked
A direct and forceful expression of discontent
Love to all who've loved and lost
Sending love to those who experienced love and loss
Even the devils thorn
Even the malevolent aspects have origins in the divine
Grew from the vine of god
Evil grows from the same source as good
It's easy to write
Writing is simple when inspiration is abundant
When there's plenty of ink
The creative force comes from both the writer and the world
But the muse of the pen
But the inspiration for writing originates from collective experiences
Stems from you and me
Derived from the interconnectedness of individuals
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