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Nov 2019
Break my spirit and clip my wings,
(I feel like falling)
Hold me down and feed me well,
Like the animal I am,
Don’t let me get up and see the worldX
KEEP ME TIED DOWN!

I am on the run, load the bullet into my gun,
I would appreciate if god can **** me and take away my pain.

Imagine not even being 16, and shot dead in a high school shooting,
(Columbine)
Imagine having your face ripped off, torn and ripped apart
(Ed Grin)
Imagine having all you lost, half your family killed by theΒ Β Holocaust

Ripped and torn at the seems,
Nothing left for me to see,
Ripped and torn and under appreciation, failing to communicate,
I am falling into the sea!

****** and doomed,
Running blind,
Possessed by the demon.
That lurks in your bedroom.
Are you okay child?
Or are you to busy being consumed!

Imagine being ripped apart,
(Apart)
Imagine being faced off!
(Faced off)
Imagine being blown apart!
(Holocaust)
Imagine being left alone and no one to save you when The possession starts.

This brings it down, to the part where I burn well, ***, drugs and rock n roll, to the devil I sold my soul!

No way, no room to run, to the end of all the kingdom comes,
To the lost of the fallen imagine being on the run, that you have to look over your shoulder every time you
Hear, someone coming!

Imagine
Not the John Lennon song, but it covers elements of sad and destruction
Jarrod A Freeman
Written by
Jarrod A Freeman  24/M
(24/M)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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