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Friday, February 08, 2002

Lord of my dreams
Keeps my confusion unseen
Lying in bed waiting
For teh very last sting
Of reality's vulgar byte
Whom I will now smite
With the power of imagination
Then heading to the station
The last defense in this war
Reality will hurt me no more
Forever I will dream
And always remain unseen.

Sunday, February 03, 2002

Government ploys
You're afraid
Running Scared
And you now realize
That all they said is true
The men in black
Chasing fast
Watching every move you make
But giving in is not an option.
One mistake
You'll be dead
But you've come
Ever so close
To what they call the truth
Round the corner
There they are.
They capture you, bind you
beat, torture and blind you
And release you into society.
For the men in white to come
And hope to make you better, again.



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