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What came between us/
Is a shame to me cause/
I've been waiting eager/
To reclaim deceit from/
The jaws of the angry beat of/
The drum of distance, a hasty evil/
Crazy people/
Stole you, amazing freedom/
Through the shady peephole/
Of education, or at least its deranged beliefs from/
Idiots that cradle egos/
Maybe these thrown/
Pieces of shade can clean up/
This aberration/
We have in place in/
Of our past and save it/
From clashing greatly/
With what has been changed in/
Our lives, like paths we've taken/
And lashes breaking/
Our skin, blasting patience/
Out of us, in a fashion sacred/
To us once, the affadavit/
Is signed, and passion tainted/
Our plastic hatred/
Habits breaking/
Will save the tragic blatant/
Opportunities we have, I've practiced daily/
To capture basic/
Similarities/
Between the blistered enemies/
We've become, twist the clarity/
To a different glare and see/
We're still a pair to be/
Reckoned with, clips of merrily/
Skipping caroling/
Kids that wear the sleeves/
Of their shirts quilted, cherishing/
Their hearts that mirror the reveries/
Theyre quick to share and leave/
Behind, exist in destinies/
Intertwined/
Gaps filled in time/
With bristled twine/
And kill the enmity/
So thick and pungent/
This repugnant/
State of affairs is sick and nothing/
Like how we'd exist and function/
Rip the drugs that/
We both subsist on from this/
Worldview/
Torn, skewed/
Because I'm pissed and done with/
A simple run in/
When I'm home just becoming/
A debate about politics and grudges/
Held because we filled or punched in/
A different fucking/
Box on a ballot, I'm not a slick Republic-/
An or a liberal puppet/
Conservative destructive/
Fighter or Democratic instructor/
I'm just me, a missing cousin/
Coming home to the kin that loves him/
Stop quickly judging/
Me, I'm still the one that/
You knew, with some hidden rubbish/
That came from living slummy/
And giving punches/
To life, not being a quivering clumsy/
Ignorant dummy/
I'm simply wondering/
If we can stop this scratching record/
Nasty letters/
Said over rampant texts and/
Ashes spreading/
Laughing dreadful/
As these embers/
Burn out, bashing weapons/
Against gnashing remnants/
Of heartstrings, have we ever/
Clapped for better/
Or worse, a napping question/
Loaded like a flashy Weston/
No Smith, because I'm gathering penance/
Cause I'm not a myst/
Anonymous/
Walk and hit/
Your pandering bretheren/
I'm actually desperate/
For the past to mend this/
Mass of deathly/
Pallors settling/
In while I dance intensely/
If I have to let these/
People bash and send me/
Over the edge, then the savage resting/
Will awaken/
And devastate this/
Trap with less than/
Your classic blessing/

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