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Jan 2015
Feet running faster than they can
Keep up with my master plan
And spread your wings. Take
To the skies, don't let them fake
Your death, for goodness' sake
Keep moving, no need to wait
For them to catch up, we'll make
Them work to catch their man
Though we always know they can
Steal control from our hands
That shake
Before the earthquake
We can anticipate
Death.
On a scale beyond all
That came before the fall
Before we heard the call
To arms! All great and small!
That started the wrecking ball
Of war.
But instead we escape, above
The clouds we hide in love
The plain white peace dove
That always will and always does
Its duty.
And from our vantage point we see clear
That every single one of the people here
Is filled with a simple and stupid fear
Of believing too much in what they hear
Is right.
So run, fly, escape from this place,
In the vain hope that one day I'll see your face
Again. And maybe then we'll find the space
To be who we are. So make haste,
My child, don't hesitate,
You are in control of your fate.
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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