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for the pain is there so i feel
i know for the cut is real
it covers the past like a blanket
for if i don't cut i won't forget it
tried drugs and alcohol
but they did not do anything at all
thought taking my life would help
but they ended up saving this whelp
i had nobody who could of saved me
when i told i unfortunately became a detainee
started getting crafty with each cut
pin strip lines, art somewhat
now i am 58 and my life is new
don't know, how i grew
but i was able to talk about the abuse
and in my heart i made a truce
i was able to forgive the predator
and fall in love with my creator
not saying that this will work for you
but today i am nobodies fool
for the pain is there so i feel
i know for the cut is real
it covers the past like a blanket
for if i don't cut i won't forget it
tried drugs and alcohol
but they did not do anything at all
thought taking my life would help
but they ended up saving this whelp
i had nobody who could of saved me
when i told i unfortunately became a detainee
started getting crafty with each cut
pin strip lines , art somewhat
now i am 52 and my life is new
don't know, how i grew
but i was able to talk about the abuse
and in my heart i made a truce
i was able to forgive the predator
and fall in love with my creator
not saying that this will work for you
but today i am nobodies fool
I am an enemy combatant house detainee.
Surveillance cameras are placed in my apartment strategically
and a computer chip has been implanted in me surgically
which informs my government of my every locality.
It was decided not to incarcerate me.
I'm more useful working and contributing to the economy.
I've been judged a suspected enemy combatant because of what I believe
and my government sees that as a threat apparently.
What is this truth that I hold to be self evident?
My U S Constitution and Declaration of Independence.
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The above is a fictionalized fantasy,
but is well on its way to becoming reality.
It is not one's right but one's duty to dissent
when one's government has been over run with corruption.
You hide all the money,
Without paying to me a clue,
The skies was wet with morning dew,
At little time,broken ways get me not backslide,
Broken ways,never goes on a king reign,
Hail a mind to sway,
We've moved in the perks of a glider,
All coiled,all spoiled,
Save the foreign detainee,
Twist their beard to form a roiled,
Graded range of trainee,
Greeny python flying without wings,
We seven slide the scale for bills,
Paying the bills for a vine,
Branch....,Bear up a fruit at a time,
Though the lady terrified me,
I braided all my hair to a dread like,
They feel very funny,
But they get no penny,
Paying all the cost,
Read foe it's of the Lord,
Let me shout to the rendering of my living rod,
I'm saved,
With my hands opened up,
Backup the dead risen,
Pale reasoning in the head,
When you're taken at a time,or it's painful?
A date heroes rise,
Terrible creed about Christ,
We believe and receive humans,
Today is a wondered distance,
Nothing as a glance,
I'm the man who comes for vengeance,
Traveled in accordance,
All is opened,
I'll take your teeth when you withstand,
Weight drew......!
You know it kills me when I hear
people say I don't know what I'm
here to do, don't you know you've
been selected as the chosen few
and this life here ain't promised to last
so, what are you holding onto.
You say I don't have a talent yet you
consider yourself as "hoodrich"
you say I didn't graduate from
highschool but, your a mathematician
when it comes to 20's dimes and nicks
you say "The Man" is bringing you down
yet as soon as you get outta some detainee
center you hit the bricks.
You see the reality is we as Christians
want to acknowledge the fact that we
praise his name and were blessed
but don't wanna pick up that cross
nevermind the silhouette
Even more errie they fear us for what
we are hate our offensive lyrics, hate the
fact that we were and always will be trendsetters
they say they want change but you know
what the words says, "faith without works
is dead"
So the reality is this nation has made it's
own bed your a leader when you get someone
to follow what you've been chosen to lead
we're more than conquerors from the crown
of our head to the soul of our feet
reach one teach one yeah I hear evil
but check it I don't see none
and no I ain't perfect thats just what
I'm striving for, so you'll make it
thru the rain no matter how much it pours
She loves it unkind; ways much unlike her.
He wishes it rough; thoughts never of him.
He likes the ways she treated him defer,
She draws the view he should see via eyes whim-
Like the sun penetrates the skin deep down
Without a tear though harsh, yet never frown...
Such rough ways mirror -
Lewd quest words can't draw nearer;
But mind grows severe...
Echoes of his presence become her song...
Whispers of her voice stretches his heartbeats...
He is yet to take her where stirs belong,
She is ever ready to stage his treats.
Like petals spreads its bud for Sun's embrace
Without fear of drying up or be deface-
Such treats maps sea;
Love be drown like detainee,
When need found is key!
Eyes open on the floor
Woken cold and sore
Skin clinging to the carpet
When will I be his target
Spring day, sun rising
Ready for something exciting
My 9th birthday is here
Surely they will take me somewhere
Body still in discomfort
Surely one day without hurt
As my body stirs bruises shine
I let out a whimpering whine
Preparing for morning ablutions
Unknowingly wakes other humans
No one shouts no one talk
Locked door may as well be a block
Hours pass, only company a dirty bucket
And a child with a shadow puppet
Aiken e once again is my friend
Always something to comprehend
Muffled voices appear
Feminine, careful not to mishear
Silence! A click of the door
My body frozen to the core
My older sister appears
Flanked by tyrants
A quiet happy birthday spoken
My face screams heart broken
A bottle of water and a loaf of bread
Tears fall down my head
No one to save me
No one to run and flee
A chuckle from those supposed to care
Was reared to be the spare
I wish the floor could of swallowed me whole
Click! The door locked closed
I was just a boy, not a monster
A small child not a monster
Young and vulnerable
Forced to be miserable
Naughty child, not evil
Made to be feeble
Lost and lonely
I just became stony
Hours of loneliness followed
While I cried and wallowed
Missed by nobody
Just a detainee
A gentle knock startled me
Click! Hushed voice I didn’t foresee
My mother with a treat
A pot noodle to eat
A slice of cake, no fan fare
I still offered to share
The door closed quietly
Always forced into compliancy
Any would be dictator can easily
close down an open and free society.
In order to do so 10 steps must be put into play
and these 10 steps are in place in America today.
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1. Invoke An Internal And External Threat
Mission Accomplished:
Our country is under attack by terrorists.
2. Create Secret Prisons Where Torture Takes Place
Mission Accomplished:
Detainee camps are in America and at the various off shore military base.
3. Develop A Paramilitary Force
Mission Accomplished:
BlackWater of course.
4. Surveill Ordinary Citizens
Mission Accomplished:
Our streets are now flooded with surveillance systems.
5. Infiltrate Citizens' Groups
Mission Accomplished:
Government moles have been documented spying on you.
6. Detain And Release Ordinary Citizens
Mission Accomplished:
This occurs at all airports over and over again.
7. Target Key Individuals
Mission Accomplished:
(eg., Valerie Plame, Drew Griffin, The Dixie Chick girls)
8. Restrict The Press
Mission Accomplished:
Many outspoken journalists are threatened with imprisonment or arrest.
9. Recast Criticism As Espionage And Dissent As Treason
Mission Accomplished;
Many protesters now arrested get charged with terrorism.
10. Subvert The Rule Of Law
Mission Accomplished:
Bush's bill signing statements has subverted US Constitutional Law like never before.