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I'm All ALone - Rukas ft Frosty Frost- (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)

from THE TERRAN TALE TELLER - (2011) by Rukas

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I’m All Alone

The Writer

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Bearing my heart and, can’t call for home
There in the dark and, arm all alone

One boy alone
Destined to be king, therefore can’t avoid the throne don’t
Uncertain times perfect lines
Nervous minds try to interpret signs
Third age a million comets
Flash thru the night sky a time of dreaming
Birthplace of William Wallace
That’s true the wise try to find the meaning
More come, a signed agreement
“He talks with forked tongue, come! bind this demon!”
Mankind leaning, all set to topple
But can find meaning respect the novel
Mad Baptists persecute the poet
Black magic why? Words are too heroic
Man the churches plan emerges
Ban the wordsmith damn his versus and his purpose?
They doubted implicitly and Foes that overpowered him physically
Were Devoured linguistically while they cowered in disbelief
He who flowered invisibly shrouded in mystery
And wished to be an author of our written history
Influence is felt
Like the snake in the Garden of Eden things to tell
Angelic kings rebel those with wings that fell
Behold the prince of hell the puppet master got strings as well
And small things the butler Rings the bell infants yell
The politician drinks to health but only thinks of wealth
The singer sings at twelve brings a girl
Home at one never heard from again something begins to smell
The mother sins herself, convinced to sell
Her body so the pimps are well
Shrinks help but the shrink needs a shrink as well
Don’t blame the writer for List written in Schindler's cell
The book found on Himmler’s shelf

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from THE TERRAN TALE TELLER - (2011), released January 7, 2011
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