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letra de blindate: god giveth, destiny taketh - savage intellect

(‘every chance he got, he would tell everyone about her’)

have you ever known someone whose smile touched your heart?
so brilliant you made the act of observing an art
what i searched for was inside and i just knew it was there
once i spotted it, i was startled and blinded by it’s glare
a breathtaking experience
creating communication interference
words elude me in the presence of her beauty
her essence was truly luminous
i held on to hope that time would be in tune with us
now, i frown down upon destiny
which seemingly conspired to ruin us
how hard must i try to clear my conscience
constantly asking myself why, unmasking my
insecurities, thinking which kept us apart
was my weakness of being shy
when we last spoke i’d learned to cope with this
confidence replaced my hopelessness
yet, these words never left my lips
one distraction after another led to yet another opportune time
slipping away into obscurity
now the phrase, ‘see you tomorrow’
may one day force tears to pour from me
thus far i haven’t let them flow because i know i had to let you go
and, i find comfort in the hands which took you in
god bless your soul
any by now i guess you know, i waited patiently in vain
regret waiting for tomorrow since tomorrow never came
and i had no idea where you had been
i thought only i lost a friend
wasn’t till several months later, i learned how this story would end
or should i say begin, as you transcend the physical
where material gain is critical, pain is a ritual
(‘return to the essence’)
love is an oddity, and god is invisible
or should i say intangible
when life is unmanageable, and success seems unimaginable
and you react, differentiates the man from the animal…
i respond like that animal because it feeds off its needs
while the man’s mind is clouded by selfishness and greed
pardon me, i’m known to go off on a tangent
in hopes to gain and share a greater overall understanding
and, i got so much more to say, but we’ll speak again
at least that’s my mind state
but, who can be sure when and what will occur…
death is a blindate
(dedicated to lynn craig, rest in peace)
(‘every chance he got, he would tell everyone about her’)

- savage intellect

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