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Aug 2013
Join the guard
Hide the guns
this is mine and mine to bargain
im still and holding the gaping, breaking, scarring bottle
of ***
dumb *** in the stomach of a dumb drunk
waking up dead
keeping down in the hole
water ****** through the limbs of trees
stars piercing the sky of immense black
light breaks through the night
dim lights of a fluorescent bulb
training souls of the fear that comes with the unknown
my soul is still and dark and wanting more
dark that will remain blind and pure
holy is the air and sky binding to our plain
my reality is as fake as my senses
im tortured in this time and still my mind is awake
i just want to sleep for the better
better things lay in the stale dreams that i have
recurring is the blight of disease
im awake and i have to see it
my people are hurting
and i
i have to stay awake to see them scream
these nightmares seem so real
as my love rips my heart
as my love hurts me
im still yours my mentor
Max Petersen
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