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Moving through the night, feigning sleep, eyes closed mind open to the possibilities that all we thought was known, is now not true. That we are being cared for too, instead why is a balding wolf chewing at my pain in the neck. The pig is a snake and has a forked tongue, fattens you with comfort as long as you like blood tipped sharp barbed wire, ***** coated to guarantee you catch something, even if it is too late, to recognize the calamity. Don't blame the pig, "all animals are created equal but some animals are more equal than others" So on the morrow we may become as unglued as what we open, hopin' for a merciful gated pasture rather than a lamb for the slaughter as fast as                                                  it can be manufactured.   Oh sorry to disturb you, I know you don't understand, I mustn't either as then I would not need poetry...to lie with me and dry my tears each one wet with fear that I torture myself, sadly I know already that I am right, but I am not up for this fight. I will lose...no honour in this, against my beliefs, my grief a failure will erode my will to breath, so sorry go about your night or day, I don't mean to disturb, let me fester, let me rot,                 you all are, all I got Hello, goodbye.
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
Sorry to disturb you
Moving through the night, feigning sleep, eyes closed mind open to the possibilities that all we thought was known, is now not true. That we are being cared for too, instead why is a balding wolf chewing at my pain in the neck. The pig is a snake and has a forked tongue, fattens you with comfort as long as you like blood tipped sharp barbed wire, ***** coated to guarantee you catch something, even if it is too late, to recognize the calamity. Don't blame the pig, "all animals are created equal but some animals are more equal than others" So on the morrow we may become as unglued as what we open, hopin' for a merciful gated pasture rather than a lamb for the slaughter as fast as                                                  it can be manufactured.   Oh sorry to disturb you, I know you don't understand, I mustn't either as then I would not need poetry...to lie with me and dry my tears each one wet with fear that I torture myself, sadly I know already that I am right, but I am not up for this fight. I will lose...no honour in this, against my beliefs, my grief a failure will erode my will to breath, so sorry go about your night or day, I don't mean to disturb, let me fester, let me rot,                 you all are, all I got Hello, goodbye.
©DWE082013 credit to G. Orwell - Animal Farm - in quotes
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
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