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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Imagine having no control Of mans destiny and country Brains fall on lives pole Let’s share a story When shadows disappear Noble minds turn back to the rains Amidst a singular tear Emotions are chastise with tree canes Trees, trees, trees Branches, sticks and leaves Whipping, gashing and echoing around my arm I can't get away no matter how fast I run Tripping, falling and crawling on the floor Ragged cuts, tattered clothes and jagged breathing as I start to slow My eyes are heavy, my vision soo blurred Distant images start to stir He's right behind me, he's catching up I have to keep moving, but my legs have had enough Getting dizzy, about to pass out, a distant figure starts to stand out A distant scream, a whispered plea, I can't believe it came from me Pulse is racing, a feeling of hands, and a gentle hush as I'm helped to stand It's him, he's caught me, please strength don't leave me yet Let me be anything but his sullied pet I have to leave, I have to get away, and I fall to my knees and let my head sway Stopping, he stares at me and gives a mirrored laugh Then he reaches for me as I start to move back I'm too slow, he's too fast, I can't get away, and he’s taking me back I can't let this happen, I must react Head's too fuzzy, I'm getting too weak I'm stumbling over my own feet One chance, a pull, a twist, a pop and a moan I'm not the one with a broken bone I'm still running, he's still coming My strength's about to give out Dead end, cliffs end, water and rocks below Tell me, if you had a choice which way would you go?
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