The Infamous Blame Game, by The Given Heart

When you feel like you are decaying
As your mind induces some sharp pain,
Time after time you assume it’s migraine.
Energy setting himself free as if delaying
Rightful heir from reigning.

Doing nothing starting to feel like a voyage
Over the horizon of the choices you claim
Emerged in your portfolio unknowingly
Since you cannot physically travel back in time.

Witchcraft has been part of us as if sublime
Ornaments showered over flowers
Needfully crying out for clean aqua.
Demonization has been our trade for hours
Even though we pinpoint others as darker.
Rough ground is what we need to realise the contours.
Should we continue lying to ourselves?

#FindYourself #BreakFree
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