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Congress (the opposite of progress)

I search for heaven, but only hell's found/
As the church bells sound/
They seem to say, "you been held down"/
The night shadows mock me and Whisper/
"The price of battles costly," and pull me into/
A process that I never really been through/
It's hard to continue when ya being pulled apart/
Was warned constantly about lying, I was a fool to start/
Guess I was trying to fuel my heart and not get close enough/
But when the pain opened up, I knew I was wrong/
I meditated, the view it was long/
No longer seperated, exclusive and strong/
Let go of the threats of hatred/
They had regressed my nature, so its time to move past/
As thoughts drop and bless my paper, I guess they move fast/
Seeing pictures of blue grass, and black berry molasses/
Relax carry the masses beyond, the track varies and passes/
Into quiet storms of peaceful chaos and violet forms/
I rise at dawn and grow like trees/
Touch the sky likes birds, they're so like me/
But at one time, I couldnt see this way/
And wondered why it had to be this way/
But my internal beats that play, help me release my inner soul/
Chasing the happiness a sinner stole, until again we're whole/
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