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HOW A HORSE GIVES UP ITS EYE

    My soul will take flight, And reach for the clouds. Let my head be the price, I will gladly let it go. If freedom is on sale, I will be the currency.   Let my head be the price, I will gladly let it go. For our right is all we have left, And if none will walk west, I will. Let my head be the price, I will gladly let it go. That tomorrow I live long on men's lips, And in the tears of the unshackled. Let my head be the price, I will gladly let it go. I was born a comrade, And sacrifice is my greatest strength. #El_Magnifico™

A DROP OF THUNDERSTORM

  Sorrow was my companion, And tears my second name. But I will lose this friend, And change my name, For I am born again, And baptized by the will to succeed. Persistence will become my new name, And greener pastures my new companion, Even if it means giving myself away, I will with a smile on my face. I am the servant with a talent, But I will multiply it into billions. I am done hoping and waiting in tears, For heaven to come to my aid. This is how I will create my own heaven, And become my own god. #El_Magnifico™

THOUGHTS AND CHOICES

  the mind is a battlefield, the very home of war. a man is asleep. he battles with his dreams, and multiple voices he knows and knows not. he is torn, and willing to free himself from slavery. only to awake and show all how to be a complete slave. I am beginning to enter this poem, and letters are at war, fighting for supremacy and favor from my pen. colors are screaming... red... blue... white... black. a grin yell oh, and confusion was born in the brain and fed to the heart. another man is a mixed feeling, he is a member of opposite worlds. his pastor told him to live by the holy book, and his riches would find him. but his friends teaches him to get rich or die trying, for riches respects no rules. so choice waits on him, and the outcome of his battles. there are thoughts and there are choices, but we Aren't slaves of our thoughts,  but we are to what we choose. no one understands this better than Lucifer. your mind is a battlefield, the very home of war. choose your battles wi