In a hell of another's creation,
My nature is forcibly hid,
The burns will soon cause cremation,
The true me is always forbid.

The ways of the others upon us,
Are layered and pressed every day,
They want just to mold an to shape us,
To control what we do, give and pay.

I've paid them enough allready,
The cost of a nation and more,
I'll tell them I'm finally ready,
To pick myself up off the floor.

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I wrote this one day in school. I tend to write better in school, especially during math class.

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That which was lost was actually paid, unless it was misplaced, then it was stolen.

Well written ueber!!
has cadence of its own-
all fits nicely--very expressive

Excellent! I loved this part:



Nice one Jody

Thanks, that happened to be my favorite part to, it just kinda flowed out...