BOUND

If you judge me by my cover you will never be able to read me
The fact is you will lie, bury, and then shelve me where I do not belong
Yet I am epic so deep, I present tense emotion
However this depends if you get to know my writes or my wrongs
I prefer to be positive, so not onto me is any para grafted
I get you
I have read between the lines unlike those being drafted
Faceless characters sure to be led from left to right by a con script
Carrying out orders to march in rhyme
Lets just say, "Cart tune stripped"
Turned to find a new leaf torn from the last page
A torment without ending
Suppose anger is proof red colour binds them
All succumb to bending
Now focus on one chap, terse, ready to follow every word to the last letter
Maybe if the end was seen one might have realised it was fictitious believing this worn, torn drama gets better
Count less many before and since, each day as he rose returned as a soul jarred
No more stands to get attention, pose disordered stressing trauma embarked
A battle feels to be looping through his mind; jagged piercings, heart dies of dying every raking moment
Severed countless times, scar lets crimson seep into uncut blades of grass
Reeds from the lifeless unfolding tale of a revenant
Lithe? Less
Another human no I.D. tagged as cold and hard back from the experience of a death time
No spiritual guidance, only mortal instructions to remain spirited whilst expunging the experience of a life… time after time after time
A messenger sent to Hell and backed by those who hire for reasons corrupt
From higher up a mess engineered, like a match made in heaven to ignite a fuse for one's ranked far above the core erupt
Cardinal rule loom in a sense over a sole journey for a soul searching to find a way back
No longer hold onto the belief, 'inflicting authorised carnage is a virtuous act'
So hard to be delivered from evil when accepted partaking in deliverance of sin
Yet finally arrived to end his tour of delusion, a hero that once stood in place…
Have now evict him
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Submitted by Hubbs on October 10, 2019

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