I die everyday
Through my poetry
My words spill onto the screen
Like blood from my own veins
And they keep flowing until my veins run dry
And this body flops onto the desk
But with the last word said
This dead body awakes
To carry on another day
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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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