When it all bellows out
It will be a hell of a roar
Mentally and spiritually free
Cleansing my soul of the last pain tears
Shallow drops into pillow cases of familiarity
Why does the Leo sheep continuously brush it's wool
Defeat worn quietly behind the textures of beauty
Uncomfortable uncertain unaccompanied untold unfinished
This beauty of internal scars untold
It's going to be a hell of a roar
Applauds held hostage before the rise
Prayers completed
Meals half eaten
No longer able to feed the gluttony of self indirection
When it all bellows out the architects will grab their stencils
The artists will grab their paintbrushes
Stories painted and written to be sung by the unheard song bird
Gather the masses
It's going to be a hell of a roar
When this Leo sets them self free
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