RMC

Victory I breathe you’d not believe,
I seek a streak of thoughts to set me free.
I have to listen to a song as I write all night long,
glisten do streets until an infinity.

I want to expand what I understand,
plant down to the ground all strife.
But if the time comes for me to face fate
with the devil comes an end to life.

Flags foreign fought for God’s song.
Now everyone everywhere belongs
in the grips of man’s worst side am I wrong
as I stride into words of love a dove is strong?

Feel the flex the effects of my wrecks
as I check the absurd to erect
notions that said strife has its effects,
a knife along the skin has a tattoo affect.

I’m marked by times low design crime
to the azure in your eyes that I see
look back as I strive to try to rewind
the ocean to its original design to also breathe.

Victory on this hill I stand on fellow
of doom soon comes an end to the moon
of your worries and stories of ill yellow
bricks your mother said would lead to God soon.

Victory soon the gloom consumes,
the room where you find yourself soon.
Take a pillow and bottle of toxic chemicals,
see the devil for who he is in the room.

Set the vices down align the crime
of your forefathers and mother’s daughters
that taught you to discrimate and hate,
defeat envy on the altar.

Looking within is not strange to sane
people who sit under the holy steeple.
Yet the effects of this life’s strife is a knife
made of steel to kill up burden’s hill.

Put it down before you ghost everyone.
Under the sun let there be no gun,
set the dramatics aside to feel alive,
freedom in infinity was not free it was won.