X-Poetry-eohMaxwell, I hear them, don't you? was the last thing I heard as our door was stormed and hope flew from my life. It was the final hour of us in home, cast far in dread as we were shoved out the door the cold steel pressing my spine ahead watching back is horror as my wife hits the floor struggling against cold reality, my teeth grind feeling the anger swell up in me, can't control it thoughts of hate pass over and plague my mind as a feeble attempt to run is greeted with a bullet.X-Poetry-eoh
Army of OneKill or be killed, the army said to me, I laughed to their face, and said let me be..Army of One
I wish to live in peace I dream not of war.. You can murder all you want Their spirits will still soar
maim, destroy, pillage is that all you think of in your petty lives-- you care not, or love..
Through the GlassI look at myself, through the glass, I look at myself, still not smoking grass.Through the Glass
I look at myself, I'm still not cool, I look at myself, I'm still not a tool.
I look at myself, and dont see you, Oh my god! What should I do?
I guess I'll just stand here, looking alone, how I am me, and you are a clone.
The CatThe cat one day he sprouted wings, He thought to himself, what wonderous things, He flapped them hard and left the ground, He began to soar, around and around, He flew high and he flew low, he flew fast and he flew slow, He flew into traffic and now, He is chicken chow mein.. to go.The Cat
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