by CJ INsanity
I'm so duress from the stress
That caresses my happiness,
As a forbidden way to down my own intelligence,
Forgetting I have a mind of my own,
the thought behind every action is an improper infraction upon your satisfaction, the webs of deceit that'll drag you down till you're bare and weak, with the frustration of not understanding the stubbornness of the world that yanks at our feet.
They will bring you down!
They'll tear your heart out!
We must stop them now!
Before they become too powerful,
And I am doubtful well be successful, with the constant light on your screens,
Abiding by the law at any means.
Fitting yourself into the cloak
That'll leave nothing but a noose around your throat.
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