dreamers part 2

i was loved by a father

who wasn't my biological one

he loved me more than he loved his own sons

i was an ideal son that any father would love to have

his blood sons envy me with such high regards 

it is in their nature to plot schemes in having me kill

they didn't have anything kind to say

i became a dreamer

the more i dreamt about it, the more they hated me with such passion

they felt threatened by my drive

they pathologize me as a majesty, a king

the more labels i was tagged, hatred pierce their hearts with evil thoughts

my dreams frighten those who were suppose to be close to me

when i search to find my brothers to make peace

the plot thickens to have me assasinated

they echo 

here comes the dreamer

before he starts preaching about another dream

let's throw him in the ditch

they became delusional about a wild goat on the attack, ready to strike

blood of the goat was drench on my body, not because of the animal

but the hands that killed it to then lie about their malicious act

they didn't have the heart to actually kill me

that's why they sold me to traders

to put me out of commission

to rid me out of their lives

in their cruel minds, they celebrated a triumphant moment

they made the biggest mistake of their lives

 

to be continue............

 

 

 

 

 

 

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