This pen in my hand
Is a knife
When I get into a mood
The pen
Strikes deep into my soul
The mental and emotional chaos
bleeds through my pen
into words upon the paper
In front of me
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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