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Slain Lamb
The fear of pain and loss is distraction it consumes.
No longer have I the option to cover myself in a tomb,
The weight of discipline fractures and fills up every room.
A possible rejection, just the fear of self love and lack thereof.
Looking to one, away from another, is not the objective but the reward.
It all goes well or straight to hell, I take up my sword.
Always from mine to yours the cup I pour.
And though it runs dry, you ask for more.
To escape distraction, I need to meditate, focus on my mental state.
Maybe focus. Help me illustrate
My path is up for no debate, but rather interpretation.
Failure weighs on me.
I have an empty slate to help motivate to give me strength.
I can move the weight and go the length.
© Yoda
No longer have I the option to cover myself in a tomb,
The weight of discipline fractures and fills up every room.
A possible rejection, just the fear of self love and lack thereof.
Looking to one, away from another, is not the objective but the reward.
It all goes well or straight to hell, I take up my sword.
Always from mine to yours the cup I pour.
And though it runs dry, you ask for more.
To escape distraction, I need to meditate, focus on my mental state.
Maybe focus. Help me illustrate
My path is up for no debate, but rather interpretation.
Failure weighs on me.
I have an empty slate to help motivate to give me strength.
I can move the weight and go the length.
© Yoda
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