I am of the dust in fields tall.
I am the dirt upon a grave small.
The future it calls me across a sea,
as life’s mystery has come across me.
Crushed into a coffin of confusion,
none will ever know my fusion.
Origins of Egyptian tides rivers
of blood a famine gives me shivers.
Death abound now disease
takes away both friends and enemies.
War is tearing us apart this realm
is for the Captains at our helm.
Never again we tell ourselves
then we construct book shelves.
Hear your bellows your voice,
against my ear all my sin is the noise.
Tell us ourselves the hell is a spell.
Ourselves remind us how we fell.
Grace embrace of the face and eye;
then love I feel makes glowing fly.
Take control of this skin and rip
nails across my back and scar lips.
Tender caress as we confess our best
to touch our souls the best as we rest.
Indenginous to the core slaughter
to steal and walk away a father.
To take care and duty had made true
like the duty that suits you.
You were the leader and core of drive;
talent made you a fortunate son alive.
I’ve a cross I bear I tear at my flesh.
Glass I’ve been picking from it my best.
Dashboards and iron have seen me,
broken ribs and hip socket internal bleeds.
Guns showing themselves down streets
is why I see everything around mean.
Turn my eyes down I won’t dance
a chance on loosing sanity I prance.
The minions of my dwelling
have my language misspelling.
But leagues of owls and eagles
fell for me now they can see regal.
Guidance I slander not the past.
This tune lasts forever until the last.
My head is focused and age perseveres
as planets in space have their spheres.
Logic relates and reason presses on,
I look to the next day darkness dawn.
RMC 
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