A beavy of opaque spectre is cluster around; Insomniac me, crashing each night counting the stars.
I am like a priest standing against an invincible demon, fighting endless wars.
The situation is indescribable, incurable and mischief is galore;
Goodness is diffident, little bit abashed standing on the backdoor.
The all I need is a mud cup partially filled with confidence ;
I am not frightened but , facing constraint in this this situation is my stance .
I am crooning the couplet to revive my aghast soul;
Don't force me to reside in the canopy of disgrace, I can't sustain that dole.
I am obeying my duty and deeds to overturn this sensation of sinister;
This a search of divine sight ,to see beyond the ocean of illusion forming luster.
Stop crushing me inside, I want to rise up again;
Now come out of this atephobia and soak the energetic rain.
I am dragging you back, to the right track;
Not from any volcanic origin, this evaluation will rise from a minor crack.
Oh man! Oh man!
Listen my voice , don't loose your hope.
If you have a desire, you have a scope.
There's no situation to say "its too late"
Whateve you do becomes your fate .
you are still alive , you can still revive;
Just feel me inside you , just feel this POSITIVE VIBE .
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