Strength

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Vertigo sweeps upon my burning lust,
In an eternal deluge that drowns my voice.
The ground sizzles into loosened dust,
In this losing battle, I have no choice.

The heavens oppress my only right,
The voice I speak that holds my strength.
Hell has stolen my will to fight,
My eternal oath that time can't length.

In the painful waves I want to scream,
The days that I willed to die for a friend.
But the roar of the storm has deafened my dream,
The only purpose to live until the end.

My world has been judged,
But could I still find?
The strength before the deluge,
The strength of my mind?

I wailed upon the wind,
My empty words of my sorrow.
The hope that I lend,
To a hopeless tomorrow.

How can I still claim,
The strength and the voice,
When all I have is shame,
And I was given no choice!

HELP MY PITIFUL SOUL!
HELP MY DREAMS RISE TO MY HOPE!
HELP THE VOICE THAT HAS BEEN TAKEN BY MY TOLL!
HELP ME WITH JUST THIS TINY FRAGILE ROPE!

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