• Until The Day of Reckoning
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    All of my life I've been frustrated, agitated, irritated, and aggravated.

    It's all because the thing on my neck, the things that held my teeth together, and not to mention my glasses which make my vision better.

    And yet, here I am taking these shots as if their nothing, but when I say that, I'm really bluffing.

    For, thats the outside not the inside, the insides is where all the pain hides.

    Emotions strong and true, bout to erupt, and it's all because of you!

    Fire, blood boiling, red hot, steam rising, hair singed with anger from all of those put downs and let downs.

    Stabs in the back, in bedded with hurt, so tense ripped shirt.

    Bare hands no scissors, just left behind like an unwanted life.

    "Doe: a dear, a female dear, Ray: a drop of golden sun, Me: a name I call myself, Far: a long long way to run..."

    Can't run, trapped, parted from friends, left in the dust where the tourment never ends.

    Caged in my own mind, no where to run, people just leave me behind.

    tortured with words that pierce my flesh.

    Wounds grow upon my hands and feat, which shows that Jesus died for me, but not just me everybody.

    In gods eyes we're all the same, thinking we're not we have ourselves to blame.

    Ridicule, racial remarks, unwanted, unnecessary wars that end up with death.

    Blood shed, flowing rivers of red.

    Another year passes, month then days, again and again, forever, and always.

    Time goes on, slower than faster, another war, another disaster.

    Endless rage, and endless suffering.

    Until The Day Of Reckoning.

    Written By Anthony Brailey (Hiltshank)