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  1. Her Body is Her Tower

    A modern rendering of the Lady of Shalott

    Her Body is Her Tower

    Her life begins to ebb away
    bound by in chains by the states
    hour by hour; day by day

    Trapped inside; forced to stay
    to carry this burden became her fate
    her life begins to ebb away

    The only hope offered is to pray
    sorry and bitterness solidify into hate
    hour by hour; day by day

    All her emotions shades of gray
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  2. Night Life

    Love lights flash at night
    serenades begin at sunset
    subtle strife for life and death

    Stillness masks chaos
    unseen wars and romances
    beauty hangs on dangers edge.
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  3. The Tyrannical Nine

    It is fair that you wear
    the color of mourning
    for we mourn the loss
    of your integrity, dignity, and honor,
    and glibly you wear the blood
    of the lives you so
    cavalierly destroy.

    It is right you wear
    the color of mourning
    for you have disgraced
    your duty, and slaughtered
    our rights so smugly.

    It is just that you wear
    the color of mourning
    for within your courts
    all justice ...
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  4. Just A Boy

    Just A Boy

    I caught a glimpse of the past
    within a figment of the future,
    a future which was not my own,
    I watch as the distant youths
    remain oblivious to the way I have
    imposed my indiscretions upon them,
    I know nothing of the perfections
    and imperfections of their lives,
    but even so I know the boy
    with rock-star hair,
    smoking cigarettes
    with Mephistophelean smiles,
    he isn't handsome by ...
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  5. Dear Society,

    Just a bit of fun

    Dear Society,

    you really must stop knocking upon the door,
    you know I will not answer any more,
    and if you attempt to ring the bell one more time,
    I will disconnect it all.
    I don't want your pamphlets,
    or even your insinuating advice
    on how to live a better life
    according to the status quo
    which you have set.

    Now I insist
    you must stop tying to
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