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The Messenger
I will consume the world, the world a bore.
I keep in sight what I got to score. I will make in your mind what to see, a vision of my insanity.
Born to bleed, torn from my spline.
Right lean, but yet torn dreams.
Hope one day to stitch them at the seams.
Repair my torn wings, Fallen Angel with the message of deeds.
One day help the world believe, in your own self.
Grab you book from the shelf, and focus on it, learn the wisdom from our sins.
Knowing to yourself you don't have to make amens, to nobody...
Split the minds of everybody, open your minds, curtains, and blinds, examine your own insides.
Devise a plan and do what your suppose too, go about this world doing what you can do.
It's a master plan understand, yourself, get along with people in the world is all that you can.
Survival of the world is by knowing to live and understand.
