It takes my sleep

It's bugging me, gnawing away in some dark corner of my very being, something's not right, I know it, but what? I can't live like this, I can't accept that this is it, there's more, there's got to be more. I was made for bigger things, how did my vision get so small? When did my scope get fogged up? I'm not a little upset, I'm downright pissed, angry at the world, at the systems that hold me down and bind me to the beast. I'm furious. Something's got to give. Something has to change. How could I drop my guard? I've been caught again, I've been bought and sold for months without realising it. I won't stand for it any longer, nor will my Father.





Redeemed.