The machine is out there churning away
Slowly asserting it's power over the people
You think you have a choice
You don't
The machine conforms
It destroys individualism
It destroys Idealism
You must bend to what it wants
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Friday, January 10, 2020
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Go to sleep
Go to sleep Go to sleep On your pillow your head lies Go to sleep Go to sleep Dream while the night passes by Rest your head Upon your...

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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...
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Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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