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Human Fence

Chidren sitting by the fireplace for my Boys Are Still Young Watching them, then from a distance I hear the Noise Of Real Guns We have a Choice To Still Run- but we find more closure trying to hide to Avoid The Teal Sun The front door is opening i yell Loydd And Will Run My direction is where they Point The Steel Ton- I gallop through the room trying to Join The Children When all and all the Point Just Feels Dumb- I awake in a dark chamber with Poison Filled Lungs Closer to death i think where did they get the Joy In Kill From Poison seeping deeper turning Joints To Chilled Numb I slowly fade away untuil my Voice Of Will's Done

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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