Head hung down
I saw the weapon in my hand
I could take I could twist
I have this power
It’s in me, sadly,
We would all dream to remove
But there’s this ineffable drive inside of us
If you rose to the top after crashing would you do it too?
A revolution for oppression
I don’t know the answer
But I will take this weapon
And put into your body
For I felt the pain of bullet wounds
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I can’t erase it

April 2004