
alright, folks, I said I'd upload it, and I have, finally.
may seem kinda confusing, but for some, it may make perfect sense, and others won't make a damn bit of sense.
so, without further adieu...
This is What I Have To Show pt.2
by David "Hawkbri" J.S.
This is what I have to show,
A tiny egg in my hands,
The Culmination of my actions,
Actions of few goods,
Actions of many evils,
Actions of many greeds.
This is what I have to show,
A life wasted now,
Now searching for redemption,
Now searching for true happiness,
Now searching to be clean,
Clean of this blood and ache.
This is what I have to show,
This egg,
Tiny and full of my deeds,
On one side my greeds,
These left in me these seeds,
Growing in me a thief,
Growing in me a liar,
Growing in me a death.
This is what I have to show,
This tiny egg,
Full of my deeds of kindness,
Leaving in me as seeds,
Growing in me truthfulness,
Growing in me friendliness,
Growing in me friendships.
This is what I have to show,
Two hands holding this egg,
Both large in comparison,
Both completely different,
One hand covered in fur,
Bearing the marks of battle,
Bearing the marks of ferality,
Bearing the marks of being friendly,
The other hand is different,
Hairless and cold,
This hand bears just as many marks,
Markings of scarring,
Markings of being alone,
Marking of being ignored.
This is What I have to show,
These two hands,
Bearing their fragile cargo,
This tiny egg,
So tiny but bearing all their deeds!
The dark-haired hand warming it,
The hairless hand warning it.
Clever and Loving,
Hateful and Defending,
Thief and Guardian,
This is what I have to Show.
may seem kinda confusing, but for some, it may make perfect sense, and others won't make a damn bit of sense.
so, without further adieu...
This is What I Have To Show pt.2
by David "Hawkbri" J.S.
This is what I have to show,
A tiny egg in my hands,
The Culmination of my actions,
Actions of few goods,
Actions of many evils,
Actions of many greeds.
This is what I have to show,
A life wasted now,
Now searching for redemption,
Now searching for true happiness,
Now searching to be clean,
Clean of this blood and ache.
This is what I have to show,
This egg,
Tiny and full of my deeds,
On one side my greeds,
These left in me these seeds,
Growing in me a thief,
Growing in me a liar,
Growing in me a death.
This is what I have to show,
This tiny egg,
Full of my deeds of kindness,
Leaving in me as seeds,
Growing in me truthfulness,
Growing in me friendliness,
Growing in me friendships.
This is what I have to show,
Two hands holding this egg,
Both large in comparison,
Both completely different,
One hand covered in fur,
Bearing the marks of battle,
Bearing the marks of ferality,
Bearing the marks of being friendly,
The other hand is different,
Hairless and cold,
This hand bears just as many marks,
Markings of scarring,
Markings of being alone,
Marking of being ignored.
This is What I have to show,
These two hands,
Bearing their fragile cargo,
This tiny egg,
So tiny but bearing all their deeds!
The dark-haired hand warming it,
The hairless hand warning it.
Clever and Loving,
Hateful and Defending,
Thief and Guardian,
This is what I have to Show.
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