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the chisel


sitting here 

still 

absorbing information 

most I already know

but I am not making a deference while sitting here 

like a zombie 

going through the motions but not doing them 

siting here like a rock 

while I'm sitting here I might as well be a rock

becoming their rock slate

a slate that they write the rules on 

they have under there control chiselling us to be what they want us to be

not what we want to be 

a rock that could become a well somewhere that needed one

a rock that could hit the enemy attacking someplace

a rock that makes up a house 

which will you be?

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Drunken.stars
<p>I love your poetry, they&#39;re so dark but I love it.</p>

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