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You're coming down with me!
(story of my life)
Carol Owen

Every day you see me smile
What you don't see is my denial.
I am hostile.
A silent predator.
Watching her prey.
Catching them in a violent rage.
Splattering their blood,
all over the page.
Only to watch helplessly,
as I am ripped forever,
out of the pages.
Of the history books.
Never to have existed.
My whole damn life
and for what?
They call it a new age.
An excuse to disengage.
Thinking their idea,
is revolutionary.
Calling it evolutionary.
Let's call it what it is!
Putting young people,
into a contrivance.
Trying to brainwash me.
For the love of cash.
Which is merley lust,
after some supposed stash.
Antagonistic...
Driving me bullistic.
I feel mounting rage.
Trying to remind myself,
of the blood splattered page.
Swearing to never do it again.
My anger is boiling.
I've tried toiling,
my best for a worn out cause!
To please them...
Into this world I'm thrown.
A child all alone.
I don't condone their behavior.
So they disown me.
Fight for lost cause.
Or die for no cause.
A human sacrafice,
to some unknown deity.
In hopes to preserve their longevity.
If I go down,
you're coming down with me!