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drop shock roll get up and silence the motherfucker with the gun


firing randomly into no place his noise is a bother




break his arms and legs and let him crawl over a field of razor blades
this is how i get the dead moving




slowly





covered in time it drives this change all over the raod
tell me



had you a feeling

crawling on my knees i had a breath
but somebody took it away


whip driving forces struggle against my inner defiant child


it wants reasons





i want a fuckin heart beat




it asks and asks why the circle is broken
i condemned it in unsung phrases while i reached out to touch it slowly


it blames me
and in response i have one thing to say


dont't ever say forever
because whatever you do it's never enough






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On Thursday January 26th, 2006, evolve (2247) writes:
..this one just plain hurts.


On Friday January 20th, 2006, Urban Shipwreck (985) writes:
Interesting set up, seemed to set the a tone that had me racing and then screeching to a halt as I hit the wall. Last 8 lines were my favorites. Cool write. ~Ship!



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