the angel on my left shoulder ascending from my heart
under shadows of misfortune satanic words may sound right
they circle around my brain and change their standing
and whisper ancient prophecies beyond my understanding
distant roots form creeping ivy on the surface of my being
encompassing the derelict walls of ignorant bliss
and as they crumble into nothingness my windows are cracked
acid rain of devastation falls through gaps in my existence
once sheltered by a promise of life eternally
Life In Writing
Info
I'm Anonymous Trench...
Below are some pieces I've written- poetry etc, links to music and videos.
Saturday, 9 October 2010
go back where you came from
i didn't know it was an option
i don't know that place
in my fathers land I'm foreign
if that was not the case
and in that land i was embraced
i would still have the question
where's the bones of my ancestors
i know i must have slave blood
my name carries that scar
but i still don't know my home
if i can only go that far
why's my hair so straight
"you have Scottish in your genes"
but grandma's black and granddad's black
how far back are Europeans?
i think that i'm going crazy
i cant be freed from these chains
so ill go where my feet take me
and pray that god will heal my pain
shaytan thinks he has me shackled
when i speak they tie on muzzles
these demons herding cattle
underestimate the struggle
so where do i belong
allegiances i have none
i am a man of no land
they can take my tongue
but i will still be vocal
i will repeat like a stutter
my priorities are global
i am blind to all colour
i didn't know it was an option
i don't know that place
in my fathers land I'm foreign
if that was not the case
and in that land i was embraced
i would still have the question
where's the bones of my ancestors
i know i must have slave blood
my name carries that scar
but i still don't know my home
if i can only go that far
why's my hair so straight
"you have Scottish in your genes"
but grandma's black and granddad's black
how far back are Europeans?
i think that i'm going crazy
i cant be freed from these chains
so ill go where my feet take me
and pray that god will heal my pain
shaytan thinks he has me shackled
when i speak they tie on muzzles
these demons herding cattle
underestimate the struggle
so where do i belong
allegiances i have none
i am a man of no land
they can take my tongue
but i will still be vocal
i will repeat like a stutter
my priorities are global
i am blind to all colour
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