MY PRISON
Most blindly spiral in one path and I choose another
I feel so wise and so strong, but yet I suffer
My mind tells me to follow a very challenging course
But my heart at times is of a self sparing source
I come out of my mouth with such righteous indignation
Tame what lies within, which isn't in relation
The psyche is a sea of contradicting emotions
Although to God I give my deepest devotion
Most in the world could never live by such a code
Some even know to the devil their souls are sold
Alas I'm a creature that's endangered and rare
Mating with my own kind with who's beliefs do share
With the majority of women standin
Chess: In the form of a story by Elliot402, literature
Literature
Chess: In the form of a story
ACT:1
The young man stood alone in the wake of battle. A tall grassland strewn and soiled with the bodies and blood of men. Covered in permanent scars and a broken arm, the boy pushed himself forth across the battle field. He breathed ever so heavily as he drug his sword across the ground. He looked up at the sky as he asked himself why God would have this bloodshed as the Bishop had said. He squinted as the hot sun beat down on him, burning his skin and overwhelming his eyes. At that he carried on in his aimless journey, not knowing where to turn.
The boy was lost without his C