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Oct 2013
I told myself
I wouldn't lie

I told myself
I wouldn't cry

I told my myself
I'd try and try and try

But you came into my life
Like a flash of light through the black
What you took from me
I could never dream of getting back

A sigh
To exhale

The nothing
I feel

Indifference is a
Human
Disease

When the problem
Addresses the judge and jury,
And your guilt is as plain
As the stain streaked
Across your sullen hand,
Take no haste - there ahead the reaper stands

I seek no embodiment of peace
I venture for no land to lease
I want only for my lips to reach
A fair lady to smile with and kiss

We'll go down away from those city sounds
Far off and past those muted hounds.
Down where a running river
Is made of mercurial gold;
Where nothing is bought
And nothing is sold.

Where I make my money
Does not make me who I am.
The sand does what it does,
Letting its actions be its purpose.

Some are meant to live for good.
Others are meant to live for evil.
Whose to judge who should be stopped
And who should continue?
All in the name of whatever feeling or belief you've been bought into,
Seeking shelter and their endless refuge.

Can you be shaped?
Can you be won over?
How much will it take
Until you've sold out another?

Seeing double through the sad song
One foot over the hill as the bullets sing
A breath a fresh air - the last of the day
Dreams are the best place to go
When you've not much to say

A subject
The problem
The role of job presents itself
Like a horse with one leg

We are
The men and women
Of the next 50 years

What would you keep?

What would you give away?
Written by
Mitchell
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   Eliza, Emma Amme, Emily Tyler, --- and ---
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