lock us up
deny us air
sweat our souls
make us think
of what we’ve done
break our wills
bull shit
time drags on
yet plot we do
you’ve done to us
what we’ll to you
yes, hide behind
your massive desk
command us to
show respect
why should we
when you do not?
cowardly little man
using a power
you don’t have
compensating perhaps?
so cower, you
as we mutiny
and drag you down
to mortal grounds
where truth prevails
and titles fail
a rebellion we’ll have
and win we shall
lock you up
in the hell
of your creation
we will not break
our power grows
you wont escape
no threat is this
but a promise
Author notes
this is a first draft, i have no intention of editing it.
Written November 8th, 2004
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me likes
awesomenes i really like this poem chris and i am not sure if you are actually going to read this but i am going to continue to write anyway cause i think a hundred words means somehting buy no honestly did you have a dention at the prep seriously what provoked this...was it utter boredom?
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very funny i like the drama of it
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very well written!!!!!!!! i liked the linE: our power grows
you wont escape
no threat is this
but a promise the best. I hope to see more of your stuff in the future
*kasi -
u love your poem, it is creative and evil.
~Mystic Faith~
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