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Truth

They sell us lies,
Feed us death,
Shows us lives,
That we cannot get,
Mock our style,
But help us dress,
To promote control,
And slowly compress,
Our creative minds,
That stays depressed,
Possessed,
By the grotesque,
Rapist,
We call our government,
Stealing our souls,
For the fun of it,
Killing us off,
While we transmit,
Man-made viruses,
To countries,
That we consider shit,
While we commit,
Mass murder On the mass media,That 
promotes censorship,
Blind to the fact,
That we caused all of this,
Blind to the fact,
That our freedom of speech,
Is as useless as a deaf,
Dumb,
And Blind,
65,Year old mistress,
That thinks Jesus was a narcissist.

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Power Lines

The power lines,
Hovers,
Over the house of mine,
And sometimes,
I have dreams about being them,
The power lines to be exact,
Because those power lines have no problem being silent,
Quiet,
In the night,
No problem providing energy,
Both positive and negative,
Without being seen,
Through the sight,
Of the civilians,
That roam the night,
Carelessly,
With the dreams,
That is different from mine,
Since all they dream about,
Is being the sky.

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Gov

They sell us lies,
Feed us death,
Shows us lives,
That we cannot get,
Mock our style,
But help us dress,
To promote control,
And slowly compress,
Our creative minds,
That stays depressed,
Possessed,
By the grotesque,
Rapist,
We call our government,
Stealing our souls,
For the fun of it,
Killing us off,
While we transmit,
Man-made viruses,
To countries,
That we consider shit,
While we commit,
Mass murder,
On the mass media,
That promotes censorship,
Blind to the fact,
That we caused all of this,
Blind to the fact,
That our freedom of speech,
Is as useless as a deaf,
Dumb,
And Blind,
65,
Year old mistress,
That thinks Jesus was a narcissist.

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Shade of Pink

The flowers are some shade of pink, 
I couldn't really grasp the exact color because I was in a rush to get them to you,
I didn't want that color,
I wanted the color blue,
Because I really don’t love you,
Like that, 
I see you as a person I can talk to you,
Not a person that I can lay next to,
I want to break up with you,
I don’t have the courage to so,That’s why now,
I’m sitting next to you and your pink flowers,
Wishing that I have powers, 
To change myself to someone that is not a coward.

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My Love

My love can never go,

Nor be able to show,

A Heart that cant grow.

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Religion Goverment

The corruption,
The contamination,
Of what we call “Religion”,
Teaches us,
False,
Information,
About our recreation,
Saying it is easy and simple,
Like a fracture,
But it is more serious,
Like a dislocation,
Of our transformation,
To become the people we want to be,
Then the people that are among us,
But by the way we are brought up,
We fall into that category,
We are like independent bubbles waiting to bust,
Independent people waiting to die,
In identical caskets,
With identical rackets,
Closing each one,
Till’ it is time for our souls to rise,
Between the phases,
Of the moon,
Light,
And the Sun,
Shine,
Through the eyes,
Of god,
As he shows us the way,
To the government plans,
To the government chains,
To the government camps,
Where our useless body still lays,
Realizing,
We are once again,
Slaves,
To the same government,
That cannot be slayed,
To the same religion,
That bares many names,
To the same country,
That always blame,
Us,
Since we are peasants,
Trapped in a game,
Called life.

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Sell My Soul

I rather sell my soul,
Then giving my heart,
To you,
Because if I do,
I know that I would be hurting,
Aching,
To leave,
You,
But your persuasive words,
Would keep me in check,
So I would have to deal with the wreck,
Between the two parts,
Of my love,
My heart,
And even though,
I know,
This information,
I will still try to go out with you,
Even if it turns into a big situation.

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Changed

They say times has changed,
But i think it is just the people that did,
Not caring for emotions, 
As a kid,
Being mean,
As a teen,
And exchanging insults,
As we grow into adults.

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Sweetness

The cold shower water,
Falls,
Seductively against our bodies,
Especially yours,
Since your body represents,
A candy shop galore,
And i couldn't ask for anything more,
Because of the sweetness you produce,
Satisfies my needs,
My hunger,
My thrust, 
My lust,
My curse,
Of falling in love,
With a full heart,
Waiting to burst.

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I Still

I still hear your footsteps,
In my mind,
As you leave out the door,
I still feel your hands,
Breaking my heart,
Tearing away the love I have,
I had,
For you,
I still remember our little daughter,
Sue,
The one that died at birth,
And the one we kept secret,
So no one will know, 
But everybody knew,
I still know your favorite color,
It's blue,
I still remember that you cried,
For my mother,
That pasted away,
Before she even met you,
I still can re-enact our first date,
When you made me wait,
Till the second date,
To lay a kiss upon your lips.
However I don't know,
When would you come back into my arms,
Falling back in love with me,
since you have locked the doors of your heart,
And threw away the only key,
That would let your love,
Free, 
For me,
To steal, 
Again.