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It's yours, I give it...
The weight, from my shoulders to you
Atlas is blessed, fore his is the sky
Your's belonged to the woman
You proclaimed to love
Deceived with silicon promises
You poisoned life and limb
Seeping to the soul, your prickling finger
While three pricker's stare back at you
Now, I am free, so mote it be...
I begged you to stop
With explaination, reason and why
Distrust isn't love, ignorance will pay
I feel no empathy, sympathy or remorse
Not when you drained me
The thing I protected you from
Stop, before I will not stop myself
Dense, your lead can not protect you
Pushed you have, your last
Only to carry gold, heavy dreams...
Judge not, unless you be judged
From way's of old
A secret renewed
Cosmic fire, to ancient lyric's
I sang the song to ancestoral lead
It is done, the pain is yours
So mote it be...
A weight that once
belonged to me
Carry if you think you can
You the one that said, "I'm MAN"
I will not watch
I will not stay
Soon the weight will have it's way
A womans work is never done
But, I've had enough...
So, "You" have fun!!!
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"Freedom is a four letter word...LOVE"
~Robinbird~
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