Treasure Island

Ethan Wilson


Dedication


Dedication is not a gift but a discipline
One that many wished they had control but the know not
Dedication owns us like a man has his sin
One vice controls a man's entire life if he he is lost

I will dedicate my life to cleaning the junk
That now controls every city street and urban corner
I will make it my burden to resonate my lungs
And march through fighting fire with fire burning the horror

I will dedicate myself to what men have feared
But the time is now for me to be disciplined
I will not flinch and never will I brave to rear
For I am a man who knows how to take control of his sin

Submitted: Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, September 04, 2012
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