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For my pride
I’m proud
And loud
Yet I bow
Kow-tow
This sin
To Live
* * *
Defend
To what end?
Scraps from your floor
I ask no more
Yet you abhor
I’m pushed out the door
How I find
Nothing is mine
* * *
Fight
By what right
Against you
To choose
The news
I lose
Persecuted
And executed
* * *
Give
And live?
Shit
That’s it
There’s this
A wish
Never been born
I won’t be mourned
* * *
Retreat
Leave?
This Hell
A spell
To tell
All is well
So why
Can’t I die?
* * *
Stand
Understand
Sealed
My will
The deal
To kill
A worthless rat
So attack
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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