Anarchy

anarchy

Anarchy was sprinting
Beaming like a conqueror taking a victory march
It was having a ball inside his veins
And then the man who had everything
Wanted nothing more but just a speck of deliverance
So they summoned a shepherd who played a tune
Which brought peace to the king and he was troubled no more *
Since that day the sound of those chords
Still echo till the ends of this earth
Mutating itself for every mortal soul
That falls in a pit of its own reality
Dejected, despairing, destroyed, devoured
Setting them free once they find it
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And I lost it.

1 Samuel 16:14-23

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4 comments

Knock it out of the park... say it all !!!

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