Pressure

Pride Kept me strong My faith was weak, I could not build upon Their hands Strangled me. I asked if death perhaps could intervene Sweat Burned my skin And just like me it made this wound unclean A ghost Teasing me. I could not let him see my segrecy This time the weight is off my back I kept myself sincere The pressure had to leave This hour the boiling blood has calmed I kept myself serene The pressure had to leave The pressure had to leave --- Pressure - Mors Principium Est