War time, War cry

Gun ships and battle cries its War time with burning buildings and streets secluded, weaponry aimed at anyone moving collateral damage is managed by pathological liars to schools and nurseries bombs wired

War times a coming hear my war cry or is it the yells and screams of victims passed by in the name of freedom for a country but who's enslaving who

With propaganda and war cries in the name of justice but just us are dying in eviction of our souls as the sheriffs come knocking and you head for unemployment

Sluggishly through the crude oil that's sent its war time rally up, regulators mount up as we battle this war in rhyme please hear my war cry.

Head held low as tears flow as I budget my emotions through barely minimum wage, as a man on the stage of life frustration forces fears of unsuccessfulness,

It's war time,strap up and ride, bullets fly, fear tells you to hide your emotions through peace, alls fair between love and war, hear my cry, world....ride or die!!!!

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Abuse

Abuse of your love took for granted, betrayed and berated your soul til I felt the cold draft of loneliness.
Alone I fear whom I to blame and the abuse of me began for I need your love not to hold me, not to nourish me, but to engulf my rage, take the pain away.
I'm not man enough to face the hatred I hold so to you I place the pain for a womans worth I cannot tell when you bless me with your heart away
I send you in shame only to start this silly game we play and again the abuse you will hate, am I man enough to treat you like the queen you are or will the acid burn and forever scar

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Depression

Depression is a state of fear,fear that all the love you put out is degraded

Degraded to a mist of worthleness, your hopes and dreams are seen as bullshit

You dare not believe that the one you see love in does not see you at all but for what you can do for them

Even then your not seen at all

Depression is fear of falling,failing, not being worthy

You begin to lack self-worth, who are you? Again degraded to morning dew that's evaporated by the spring afternoon

What are you to do? Your tears aren't seen, your cries not heard for your not there in the grand scheme of.....love!