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Feb 2014
Nowhere is safe

            it pursues me

Where shall I find freedom

          will it ever relent

freedom is a concept of death

Then why do we seek it

             it grunts in lustful excitement

the dead are the only truly free people

Freedom does exist

            hold on to your youthful hope

yes it will help

        the claws rip into my flesh

death is in front of me

Frredom does exist? Does it! Please......
Hope is for the young
That is what the old say
But also the hopeless
Yet we hopeless say it differently
Hope is for fools

I am young
Yet have no hipe
Ariel Taverner
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Ariel Taverner  South Africa pretoria
(South Africa pretoria)   
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