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Sunday, June 02, 2013

Your end

You have no right, to hold me down, 
No right, to stop my fight, 
you have No right, to end my night, 
to lessen my joy, to change the range 
if my insanity to correct my vanity, 
no right to take my light, or to shine a new one, 
no right to steal my fun, or to black my sun, 
so you have no right to choose my path, 
you'll be lucky if i let you pass 
into my past to show you the last 
who came before 
through the door of my mind, 
you have no right, none, 
i hold my gun, 
in the shape of a pen, 
because i seem weak, but i will be your end 

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