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The defeat of me only ends in plea. My agony of pain can't be obtained, I lay and dwell as I sleep but nothing can undo this defeat.
I stair at my comrades fall to their knees in agony, all I can do is watch. Their skull hits the ground with blood shed. Now this is only the beginning of an ending!
I lay in defeat only to realize I have another chance. Thus I grabbed my weapon only to find myself in defeat and at that moment my life was thrown away.
I sit in my mother's basement having at the games only to find I threw my life away. :(
Me, the world, and stupid people .
I pledge allegiance
To the flag
Of the United Socialists States of America
And to the ******
For which it stands
One nation
Under surveillance
Separated
With slavery and injustice for all
A slight alteration to the pledge of allegiance that everybody knows. Figured it was more fitting to the way the USA actually is
beep

beep

i'm ringing up your items
answering your questions
and bagging your items

because the only way to be able to make it in life

is to be a slave for someone else
Slide to unlock you command
I do so with a sleight of hand
Enter passcode you demand
I press four digits, and up pops your brand.

I check my apps, play some games,
Update, mail, and Facebook old names
Shuffle my music, delete and reply
All the while asking myself "why?"

I'm a consumer gone mad.
The world turns and I'm sad
People die every day, in such horrific ways,
Yet I slide and unlock, and do as commanded.

After all I'm a human re-branded.
© JLB
23/07/2014
 Oct 2014 I Like Turtles 2
Lexie
freedom from sentimental
           S
                 L
                     A
                            V
                     E
             R
     Y

Yoke's of my burden

                     l      i     f       t     e     d

from my shoulders
SLAVERY

A whip slashes across your arm,

All intended to do you harm,

A sturdy rope ties your two bare hands,

Taking you to a foreign land,

Death awaits those who don’t obey,

Without a break or a delay,

Pools of blood upon your face,

As the men pick up their pace,

Eyes are blinded by the mud,

With some bruises full of blood,

As they sell you off with glee,

In return for some money,

Your wife is dead and so is your kid,

From the things those people did,

Nothing left to fight for,

What was loved is no more,

Your hope is small,

As you begin to fall,

with nothing left,

except your death.
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