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Misfit
By Syn
Carry me beyond
Why won't you lend me a hand
Make me understand
Just where I belong
The fate of the chosen
Will fall at His hand
But I am a nomad
Bound and broken
This life is overrated
When hell seeks my inner thoughts
Searching for an answer I lose myself
in the happiness I had...well I thought.
They talk about redemption
Only the saved will be free
But what is salvation really?
More than a fixed intention
And I laughed at their reasons
Doubting the "truth" that they speak
And I continue to search and seek
Glorified Religion...I call it suicide season
This life is overrated
When hell seeks my inner thoughts
Searching for an answer I lose myself
in the happiness I had...Well I thought.
So I sit and I die, a little more each day
Becoming further away from the "way"
And perhaps I will never know what is meant of glory and happiness
I wasn't one of the chosen, just a misfit in distress.
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Copyright 2004 Syn
Published on Friday, June 25, 2004.
Filed under:
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On Friday, June 25, 2004, Lexicon
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wrote:
I admire your position, your reasoning,the manifestation of it through poetry. Last 3 stanzas, my favorite.
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A former member wrote:
this is vey deep, many people can realate to what you are saying in this, you are a great poet you could go far in the world, with dark poets already out there writing darker shit than this, you can start a book holding your work ~ SS
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