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by bornapoet Aug 13, 2011 category : Dark, fantasy / other
Trapped in a tremendous dark cage, Feeling lost inside with nowhere to run. Feeling whips sinking through my skin, fervent in the sun- My freedom ripped from me, oh what rage!I am sucked in a deep frightening hole called discrimination. It is as if I am stuck in a puddle of quake-sand, Seeing somebody else���¢�¯�¿�½�¯�¿�½s identity on my land. Stuck inside a dark cloud called trepidation. Nowhere to neither sit, stand, nor hide, Dark premonitions traveling through my head. I should fight before more tears and blood are shed, but, every time I try, I run into catastrophe, and we collide.To much pressure, somethings I just can���¢�¯�¿�½�¯�¿�½t take. There is no fate, but a handful of hate. I should be turning my words into verbs before it���¢�¯�¿�½�¯�¿�½s too late There is too little love in the world, and so much at stake.So while I���¢�¯�¿�½�¯�¿�½m still alive and here My freedom is lost and over there. I will stand up, for I still care, Cause I am strong and have no fear.