February 25, 2008 - Monday

Challenged by birth....The Good Fight Current mood: indescribable An inch away from insanity bruised from the calamity and unknown destiny that calls for me, True purpose hanging outside as I look within knowing not where to begin to place the trials and the sin, Beaten bloody sent away looking for the brighter day as I send all the good astray, All around me the questions are hung,as I am sprung, around the twisted tounge that reels in the young. Choosing between wrong and right,dieing slowly within the plight,can't sleep at night yet fighting the good fight.