*my favorite.
They will tell you..
nothing.
glasses will abandon clarity
as your view of me shatters.
as a matter of fact, facts wont matter
rather, they will
impose their will,
still, you must refrain.
They'll tell you that I believed I was a God.
They will say that my name was never uttered,
that tongues never tasted the syllables of my existence.
You will be asked to believe that my truths were all lies
that I attempted to run before I crawled
They hope to cripple my legacy.
They will defile my manila folder
and then ask you to read it.
They will forge my signature.
Documents I never read will be used to incriminate me.
Use your better judgement.
They will deceive your point of view
from sun to moon, till you see me in a different light.
They will say that disaster was carved by my fingertips,
that the road to hell was paved by my footprints.
Hindsight through a smokescreen
They'll tell you I stood for nothing,
that trouble followed my presence.
They'll utilize fear, hoping you will hear- them.
Instead, listen to my tears as they grace your battered shoulders.
Sense the fire of my being,
feel my passion as it whispers my name.
Walk the line I marked out for you, and
finish my race.
I was never a god, though I served one.
I bled, I wept, and fell.
Defeat knew my name.
Shoota ='d shame
My soul was scarred, my heart calloused,
And yet you will never hear the stories,
you will never see the day,
The day Giants looked up to me,
the day Lions called me king,
the day I shared war cries with the Aztecs,
or the night Thunder fled as I struck Lightning.
You will never hear how fate gained faith in me,
as she watched me burn fire.
You will never feel what I felt
See what I saw, touch what I touched.
I have walked through avalances
and gave they eye of the hurricane a shiner.
Shadows once ran from my presence
Who dared challenge my place in the heavens?
But you will hear the stories.
You will never see the day.
Because they will tell you..
Nothing...
-Shoota Mac Mane.
i love you jj. i promise to never let your words go unheard. r.i.p.
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