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Dec 2014
The night train, half past 12.
A journey alone,
Away from the mediocrity.
To think that I would fear them,
To think that I would let them take me,
And make me a slave;
To burn me with their routines.
******* monkeys.

This is my venture.
This is my meaning,
My life, my purpose,
My death, if it must be;
And they shall not have it.
For I do not bear what it is they seek,
What it is they feed on;
Fear.

Swarms of blood thirsty corpses,
Not dead nor alive.
And I with my pound of flesh stand my ground.
Come and get me, you *******.
Sam Haidan
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Sam Haidan
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