inpiration
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You see me, Sit on me, And melt, From the heat of my intensity. Writhing in so many ways, I hear your cries but it’s not pain, To me this is a requiem, Of all the love we shared before Now you walk back through the door, And create desire in me once more. I…
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We are the voice The forgotten people, Forced to kneel at your false alters, Made to worship Your false gods, Called materialism and greed. We are the ones made subservient By your oligarchy ways, But your laws and regulations Forced to work for a low.wage. Disenfranchised by our plight Preparing to begin a fight As…