Let your strength guide you through the temptation of those deep hidden thoughts we all carry. Insanity extorting the translation of fiction into reality. Eyes closed shut as you toss and turn in your sleep fighting the demons of yesterdays past. Living in fear as your dreams disappear and immorality clogs your mind. Self control becomes limited as the hardships you face become exaggerated. In-stint moments of anger tell stories of abuse on your face. Transformation from love to hate, becomes a love to hate those that have forsaken you. Weary and tired of the everyday grind of survival, you ask the heavens to release this punishment they have enforced on you. The belief of good is more and more saturated by the bad as you dig for that last inch of righteousness for your faith. Open your eyes soldier the battle has just begun!

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As my wildest dreams came to life, I could not make sense of what I was seeing. Sudden chills ran up my spine as if every word I spoke provided conclusions and answers that I have never thought of before. Material and man meshed together as if all things were one. Their were two suns shining, three birds on my shoulder talking about who they thought was the greatest boxer of all time. I drank four gallons of orange juice because an old man with a long white beard who looked 150 told me it was good for me. I felt like I accomplished a lot until I woke up the next day and forgot what I have done.

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