What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
G.E. Woodberry
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Havoc
Just when I thought
I had handled solace
I could soften my guard behind false confidence
Just when I felt
Humbled by insipid
Except from this blind-side and from reading a script
'Cause I am seduced by reaction and under the influence
I'm slipping again I'm
Up to my tricks off my wagon
I have no defense I'm
Wreaking havoc
Wreaking havoc and consequence
I get reduced by my own willfulness as
I reach for my usual odd replacements
'Cause I wish for sanction it lacks in my steps
I'm slipping grip I'm
Up to my tricks off my wagon
I have no defense I'm
Wreaking havoc
Wreaking havoc and consequence
If forgiveness is understanding that I
Affirming a compact for the millionth time
From this tumbling house of cards of mine
I am beaten by my impulsiveness
By this uncanny foreshadowing of regret
'Cause I'm repulsed by restriction at least that's my excuse
I'm slipping again I'm
Up to my tricks off my wagon
I have no defense I'm
Wreaking havoc
From v
Wreaking havoc and consequence
I have no defense I'm
Wreaking havoc
Wreaking havoc and consequence