Mud thickens under my feet as I trot the road of despair. Hear the howling of a boy from the distance. Running in circles my lungs run out of air; the cries ring loud in my ears of his need of assistance. Vipers surround me all around; they shoot venom out their mouth as they whip me with accusations. Faces so demonic keep me from making a-sound; purposely wanting to keep me from my destination – from the boy in severe agitation.
Remembering a similar whimper in my past I cannot help weep for the crying boy. Obvious innocence is stolen as the anguish travels along the swamps of sadness. Will God this day, for once this day His Angels deploy; for terror approaches fast preparing to instill it’s everlasting blackness.
Oh God how many will you allow to die in the swamps of sadness? Do you stare from your throne and watch the evil and the madness? Will you oh HIGH AND MIGHTY, ever come and save from wretched men that take and never ask? Or would we have better luck taking another swig off our flask? Sickening to my stomach are those YOU send proclaiming justice; yet these preachers and priest only wear her as a condescending mask.
Swamps of Sadness troubles my soul...
Swamps of Sadness doubles my toll...
Boy still weeps in the distance all alone. Approaching him what I see I cannot condone!
A mirror stands in front of me; shivers travel up my spine as I notice that I am he! It was I that cried in the swamp disowned; the boy condemned to never know what it’s like to be grown or atoned. From the other side of this lonely place I make my home I hear another sob; sprinting I know in fear that yet another mirror for me will await. There is no doubt another piece of my soul they will rob; yet you must understand that this chase is a date that has been destined by fate.
Just a boy am he; a boy running up and down the swamps of sadness.
Just a boy am me; a boy shunning his manhood, trapped in the everlasting swamps of sadness.
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