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Death Of A Man
A man walks silently down a distressed road
Destination: the ends of the earth, but he carrys a heavy load
Mirrors line his path so he can not escape
Theres a sword hung above his head so he is never safe
The rocks along the road tempt him to smash his moching perephery
But his head is still held up high and will so remain for all eternity
He lights a candel so he will not be alone
He will enjoy every minuete of it's life, but soon it will be gone
Theres a time bomb in his mind closing in on death
And when it finally explodes he will rot with the rest
On the horizon ten thousand reasons to move on
In the shadows ten million reasons to run home
No one will hear his pain when he tastes his blood
No one will feel his wrath if he drowns in the confomrist mud
He treads on everything he was ever taught
The bandages on his feet are solumn reminders of everything hes ever fought
The sunset eminates a strength that can never be matched
The holes in his soul are ever so slowly and are forever being patched
Vultures cirlce over head attempting to break his spirit with there insesant song
They offer him an eternity of love if they can only peck at his soul before hes gone
The dry taste in his mouth comes from the years of neglecting his heart
The weak feeling in his knees comes from the thought of having to restart
His clothes are tatered and torn to show the world he is for real
The chains shackled to his mind are slowly deteriorating from the new emotions he can feel
A new sort of terrain every few days each more challenging than the last keep him alive
The guns along his side will give him peace of mind and aid in his quest to survive
He stumbles on the same old pot holes but manages to stand up and strugle forward
A thousand self ritgeous voices echoing, if they are acknowledged then he will be going backward
His fears are the painted lines on the road that direct him away from careening into the darkness
His hopes and dreams are all In his perminantly fixated eyes, leaving him completely god less
Nothing can save him should he fall to the devils arms and be programed and bar coded
Climbing without a harness is dangerous but far more exilerating as long as his guns stay loaded
But he will take his chances on the road by hell where he is true to himself
He will take many prisoners and hang them all upon his prize shelf
No matter how he will perish he will forever maintain his precious dignity
If he should fall upon wicked eyes he will never give his intelegence away to insanity

One day his trek became far steaper than it ever has been before
The bitter wind grew deathly cold and froze his brittle soul to the core
He was lit a blaze by the entire world and his state of mind was burnt a charchole black
The sword was dropped by a dear friend and left itself imbeded in the mans back
His guns have all been exuasted and he is left helpless, unable to move a step further
Blood, sweat and tears run down his face, he can't open his eyes enough to see his own murder
His clothes have been striped down to his bear dignity and impenitrable shame
He has now lost his love and soon his life, he finally realizes they are both the same
The vultures now have a clear shot at obtaining his soul but he manages to deflect their advances
As this huddled mass of smouldering thought reflects, he knows he is running low on chances
The horizon is growing dim and the shadows are creeping up his motionless body
All of his prisoners have escaped, he lays in suspension but prays its only temporary
He can feel his life force being sucked from his frozen shell that was once a man
While the whole world watches him writhe in fear from the thought that this is his last stand
Frozen sweat and dried up blood scattered across his body hold him down from escape
His will is to strong to let go so easily so he will fight until the light completely fades
With just enough strength to inch his way forward he can see a silouete in the distance
As it grows closer he whipes the blood from his eyes to behold a man who holds no difference
The stranger is as tattered and beaten as the mass on the ground but manages to walk taller than all
The stranger extends his hand, but the defeated man rejects the offer, and continues to crawl
Insisting the broken man be helped along the shadow creature persists but to no avail
The man had seen a strange glint in the eye of the stranger and noticed he had a pointed tail
The stranger, now frustrated with the man, offered eternal happiness in return for his soul
A confident rejection from the destroyed man, The stranger reveals his true role
All the evil on earth converged on that very spot in the road where the man lay
A thousand demons inundated the mind of the helpless man on that faithful day
With every ounce of strength left in his body he fought valantly to the bitter end
His eyes turned a blood red and rolled back into his head from which his sanctity he will defend
His heart pounding faster and faster he struggles to free his mind of this hatred
His only sword is his honesty to himself, he will prevail using nothing sacred
Now a burst of light and all grows, silent the man still lay in the center of the road
His eyes now slowly shut over the blood red iris and a new man emerges from the cold
The man has died but a new boy has been spawned from the death of everything evil in his world
A new journey begins in the shadows of defeat, but this boy will not be discouraged from the negitive word

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