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Just need to note this before I lose it from my memory
Stop it
Your disobedience is noted, yet ignored
There is the next bus, please climb aboard
What is that you say? You act out because you are bored?
You are no longer an individual, you are part of a hoard
You are angry because you work your whole life without a reward?
You are looking at a future six feet under, this is what you can not avoid
You say there is something in life that can be enjoyed?
But what could be the problem? Be happy aren't you employed?
That is it, no more, I am getting annoyed
Sit down in your place, it is where you belong
We made it how we want it, now work life long
The sound of these machines is your theme song
You played while you were young
See it my way you will find you are wrong.
(Insert next verse that I have not came up with)
Please get out of my face, I and only I know where I belong
I can be what I want, the time, I have it, no matter how long
The music that I make is my theme song
The word to describe me is forever cause that is how long I'll be young
See it my way you will find you are wrong
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Erie outside, lightly raining, dusk is rising, and people with the intent of capturing another, or if it is necessary killing them, after building up, they go riding in, for god knows why, but the chances of them losing is slim.
That is really what I see outside, the SWAT began to move moments ago, and even though I was not related to the situation in any way except for the fact they met up at the elementary school across the street from my home before moving out, I had a burst of adrenaline, it made me happy, though I knew the chances of someone being killed by the amount of guns they had with them.
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