Breaking Through

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Pain, agony, sadness seeps under the window pane
When will it cease? 
Blood disperses throughout this rotating sphere 
Hands become filthy, unable to cleanse 
Minds have become trapped and beg for a helping hand
 
The matron of my dreams 
Whispers in my ear
Fight!Fight!Fight she says! 
Fight and you will decrease the filth and rinse the blood  
 
Here, here I am, determined and ready
Ready to purse, breaking through the shackles of life  
I am ready to mold the minds of our criminals 
 

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