Movement, Poem by maxpoet beauty

Movement,
Movement that can make this clear picture,
I'm a nice guy,
Some say that Iam bitter,
I think on all my motivation,
There are no standards in Glory,

My writing's that never to be forgotten,
Neither that I should be deceived,
I think that I and I should conquer,
There are the Reason,
That living and living is the never dyeing,
Imagine that I was so nice,
Whilst many say that Iam the bad,
It's a lie,
A lier and fading will never rise,
I think that Iam never the Jack,
In my bitterness,
They all got that callous heart,
I can see them all,
All that they did,
In my heart, mind and soul,
May God Deliver this broken heart and soul,
That I may see the good in me coming up,
God Bless this Suffering Soul,
That I may live to see that Eternity.