Motivate me thou foul fiend of hells being,
Or have you the strength to keep me here?
Have you no power to continue on
In this game of chance, fortune's bitter fame?
Did I not give all I had to overthrow
Who I am inside, did I not lose all
That I was for the sake of becoming
Someone else? Yet you cannot deliver!
For though hells message of cunning deceit
Is strong, attractive, grasps you by your own
Defenses so as to use avarice
Against piety, it fail's in it's
Abysmal quest for lacking proper ID!
The good that this did for me, for I, like
An amateur failed to prompt credentials,
And have so rued my mistake by my life.
A frame does hold a picture, tis true, but
How does a picture hold a frame? There
Is such logic that the devil uses,
Causes us confusion, he so abuses
Our intellect that we become quite numb
With information; now that we have it
We are paralyzed to act for having
Too much or too little of the thing. Act
Upon your deepest desires he says,
Bask in the light of your own intent and
See how great you're light shines forth from this place!
Such a thought leads one to dreaded disgrace,
For I have given in to it's demand,
Been made wanton by dreams unmet, and so
Despairing in what I cannot nor will
Not do, I sit in silence without a
Clue as to what might be possible, save
For the words that I hear over again
and again, they that hound me to repent
Of my deception and so leave dusty
Jack and his fiddle here in Georgia.
Now what's for it, what shall I do? Is there
Anyone that can set me on the path
That I desire? Yet what do I find
Worthy of interest, what beckons to my
Craving soul that could keep me for but one
Instant happy, as the thought of true love
That sets upon every man when alone.
Thus for want of fame and glory have I
Spent my motivation on cheap tricks, and
So rued the day when I was led astray.
Now the heavens above reek of storm's foul,
Their intent is to drive me away where
I shall find myself to weak to walk, to sad
To sing, to hungry to work, to thirsty
To speak out even a single greeting.
So shall I who lacked motivation now
Wander the world. As Cain slaying Able
Have I acted, or Lady Macbeth, all
Determined to murder for her fill. This
Is my family legacy and curse; to
Act the part of the first, not the last; for
Ever in want of what I had, what's past.
Family Curse (C) Luke Bennette
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