Chris Markos

Chris Markos

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Thoughts of mine where have you been
Since the dawn of light began
Not my thoughts...where have you gone? Slowly creep'n..let's no sleep in
My body, mind, soul and spirit have been oppressed, life's a mysterious mess. Where it will lead whose to guess.
It's meant to be.
To free the people blind to see, a world built on monopoly.
But, this is no game. What we've created is devastating shame, with no one but the elite to blame.
A style so profound. In a man it can't be found. But , in our hearts it is bound. A gift from God, to be sound, by an angel of this ground.
So, let these flames rise ever higher. Reach new thoughts, expelled the liar and expose the truths, hidden behind the barb wire.
I'm trying to be more creative and write more. I just need to let the thoughts flow.
Thoughts of mine where have you been
Since the dawn of light began
Not my thoughts...where have you gone? Slowly creep'n..let's no sleep in
My body, mind, soul and spirit have been oppressed, life's a mysterious mess. Where it will lead whose to guess.
It's meant to be.
To free the people blind to see, a world built on monopoly.
But, this is no game. What we've created is devastating shame, with no one but the elite to blame.
A style so profound. In a man it can't be found. But , in our hearts it is bound. A gift from God, to be sound, by an angel of this ground.
So, let these flames rise ever higher. Reach new thoughts, expelled the liar and expose the truths, hidden behind the barb wire.
I'm trying to be more creative and write more. I just need to let the thoughts flow.

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