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Jan 2010
Why do we fabricate to society?
Maybe there's no such thing as consequence.
The devil screams
And I come...

Tall grass is wasted
The bitter air.
We hear loud voices
Am I one ?

Why are we precautious?
Dont fear the fall, encourage it.
The fall is a broken chain to what lies beneath...

Men women children cry
They see sores for you
Don't listen, you don't have to believe...

The sun rolls on
And we listen
The darkness becomes clearer
with a kiss...

We are not slaves, he says
Laughing and staring at the moon
We are not slaves
But are you...?


J. light 08
Written by
Joe Smith
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     --- and D Conors
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