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Don't sing don't shout don't try to get out. It's nice and warm in here, and smells like a slave, and the grave will come soon, so try to be brave. And when you're gone and rotting, and sunk in the ground, I'll find a new little bird that won't make a sound. Don't walk, don't run don't swim towards the sun. Embrace the darkness, you'll have lots of fun. I have my gun, it's loaded and cocked. Make a wrong move, and you're bound to get rocked. Don't be sick, don't get well. Don't smell heaven, or skip towards hell. Don't feel don't think don't talk don't drink don't  smoke don't move don't live don't die don't try, you'll fail don't breathe don't cough, don't sneeze don't wake up early, or arrive too late--don't love, don't hate. Don't express emotions that seem insane. I made my safe little world, and I like it this time, and you're frayed on the edges, and too prone to fly. So come closer my little bird and get in the cage. I'll clip your wings with my apathy and rage. Don't look at the moon, or touch the stars. Don't play in the fields or go near the bars it's not safe there, so just be afraid. I like to play tricks you'll be my knave, my jack of hearts my ace of spades; and we'll pillage and plunder, and live off the land, and you'll lie here quietly in my rotten ******* hand. Don't quit, don't try, just sit here and die and lie naked in my mansion of filth, my consuming wealth my towering health, cuz I'm full of stealth and stature and beauty and grace, and I'll smear it all over your ******* little face.
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 7:46 PM UTC
Egg Shells (Good-Bye)
Don't sing don't shout don't try to get out. It's nice and warm in here, and smells like a slave, and the grave will come soon, so try to be brave. And when you're gone and rotting, and sunk in the ground, I'll find a new little bird that won't make a sound. Don't walk, don't run don't swim towards the sun. Embrace the darkness, you'll have lots of fun. I have my gun, it's loaded and cocked. Make a wrong move, and you're bound to get rocked. Don't be sick, don't get well. Don't smell heaven, or skip towards hell. Don't feel don't think don't talk don't drink don't  smoke don't move don't live don't die don't try, you'll fail don't breathe don't cough, don't sneeze don't wake up early, or arrive too late--don't love, don't hate. Don't express emotions that seem insane. I made my safe little world, and I like it this time, and you're frayed on the edges, and too prone to fly. So come closer my little bird and get in the cage. I'll clip your wings with my apathy and rage. Don't look at the moon, or touch the stars. Don't play in the fields or go near the bars it's not safe there, so just be afraid. I like to play tricks you'll be my knave, my jack of hearts my ace of spades; and we'll pillage and plunder, and live off the land, and you'll lie here quietly in my rotten ******* hand. Don't quit, don't try, just sit here and die and lie naked in my mansion of filth, my consuming wealth my towering health, cuz I'm full of stealth and stature and beauty and grace, and I'll smear it all over your ******* little face.
Despite dealing with the face of evil, I will hold my head up high, and to quote Don Quixote, "I have no intention of burning."
thomas-w-case
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59/M/Clear Lake
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 7:46 PM UTC
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