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
Sunflowers
Sunflowers in the field Standing tall Standing still Like guards keeping watch Over the farm And it's flock
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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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