November 30, 2008
A cold blank plain across the face of existence
A hole in the retched wonders of humanity
Civil creatures and traumatizing situations
Put the sanity of our being into jeopardy
Everyone to lurk through the one way glass
Bottled, corked, locked in the position
They can never, will never, take from us.
No matter how hard we beg.

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