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Disdain and enmity, for which there is no remedy, gives acrimony inside of me, for which I have no doubt, The only way that I can see an end to animosity, is a clear and simple breaking free from shackles which hold me down. Without your burden, I can be free to surreptitiously, achieve a sense of normalcy to what was once before. Before the orders conferred to me, carried out, sans questioning, I had a life; a dream you see. But no not anymore. I used to live quite happily, free from thinking cynically of my peers along with me; Our intentions leave some doubt To what is just morally, defensible with sanity. A torn asunder effigy, of who we used to be. My name will fade from memory, a number chalked in history, regarded with incredulity that I was here at all.
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Disdain and Cynicism; With a Dash of Incredulity
Disdain and enmity, for which there is no remedy, gives acrimony inside of me, for which I have no doubt, The only way that I can see an end to animosity, is a clear and simple breaking free from shackles which hold me down. Without your burden, I can be free to surreptitiously, achieve a sense of normalcy to what was once before. Before the orders conferred to me, carried out, sans questioning, I had a life; a dream you see. But no not anymore. I used to live quite happily, free from thinking cynically of my peers along with me; Our intentions leave some doubt To what is just morally, defensible with sanity. A torn asunder effigy, of who we used to be. My name will fade from memory, a number chalked in history, regarded with incredulity that I was here at all.
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
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