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Wednesday, September 1, 2004
Freestyle
descendent
falling free falling
like a tree
catch me
catch me
coffin nails
impales the tomb
cancer stick
throw it
the dog'll do a trick
lungs heave in air
through that smoker's teeth
is despair
black & ash
ashtrays on tables
plumes rising
this is death in a breath
this is breath in a death
this is them killing themselves
suicide
it just takes longer, is less sudden
than a gun to the head
are they cowards?
if you want to be dead,
why not be dead?
through the smoke
they exit.
we're all actors
on a stage
we all live in the world
our chains
rattle shackle moan blame
it's never different, always the same
rattle shackle moan blame
lowing cows, wild & tamed
never different, always the same
our chains
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