Brain Slave No More

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 03, 2017

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Digging a trench out In the core somewhere, Choppy grounds underneath this layer Of earth. Fuck this hurts. Down to the soul we're flamin, Ruminating the shovel bangin, Music to my ears. Contrasting the screaming And the cursing. Struggling and breathing. We conform In a uniform. Waiting to be resurected. Aggravated From the one we're praying. Death on every verse, I don't see no hearse. No streets no lanes no cars no planes. Tied up to me Like a curse. A bane. Pain,vain and no gain. I've got no one to blame But myself. I wake up Comprehending the dreaming, Thinking, About what just befell. I was in hell.


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