December 12, 2007
Oh darling, I'm sick of the bomb threats.
Oh sweetheart, I'm tired of thin lipped excuses.
Oh whisperer, I'm ashamed of the broken lies.
Oh poison, I'm angry at folded memorial flags.
Oh Virus, I'm distressed over the nation.
Oh monster, I'm standing so look at me.
Oh cancer, I'm going to fight you.

Oh faceless, I'm scorned and I want America back.

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