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Sep 2010
It's not by you that I was taught to feel malignant,
just the actions you do,
they programmed me so signifigantly.
Sadly, its all too true, I declare.
For me you wouldnt dare,
stop the trigger squeeze before me.
Please, I couldnt care about such issues,
now I sit here in wonder,
did I misuse you?

Oridnary dreams, and different realities.
These things tease me so,
they give my mind everywhere to go,
but my body stops and dies,
it dies like a war hero,
one that was shot and fell in snow!
There my body lies,
awaiting the identification and proof of valor,
and flags from roof tops will fly for me!
Yes! Yes I say!

....but, not for today....
Written by
Adam Mathieu
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