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1926
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IP:
Another day under works thumb, a slave.
Same shit just another way I complain.
Jump up to take a letter up stairs, "Damn Elevator,"
guess I'm taking the stairs. Each step a labor
as I trudge up past the first floor... Up at
the twenty first at last, Im there. Huff past
the desk executives where not a worry bares.
They care less of my presance, 'I'm Sure He' stares
filter the air. Ya thats what they're thinking, it's know.
The mail cart holds more status then those making it go.
*Starting Back Down Stairs*
Someone smiles at me... Please, what a fake.
A smile backed by the meaning, 'Just Take
These, Bring This' that and the other, blah blah blah.
Mother fucker! My lips nearly bleed seazing a song of a-
*EXPLOSIONS RING OUT!!!
The wall to my left I find no longer all set.
Sounds of rubble's fall rips all of our chests.
As a heart race breaks that wich cages,
I drop, start to crawl through all the brick sages.
Look for the business man... Where!?! THERE IS HIS HAND!!!
His Briddle Reminance Settled Below A Bolders Stiff Stance.
*In Awe, Before Rushing To Escape The Crumbling Building*
Black burns scar the walls, wires transpire to capture.
As this rush swims a river rapid as my eyes meet the rafter.
Forsee it's collapse soon to fallow, asume possition,
grasp my head as an end seems more than a fiction.
*Knocked Out/Wakes Up 2 Hours Later*
Was its a dre-, "AAAAAAH!" from within a scream
rips its way from the bowels of self out into the breaze.
Cant move my leg. Then I notice im wedged between rooms.
Whole sides of an oposite bowed in to kiss each's whomb,
only to birth a crippled youth who sits in the towers of ash.
Living under the bricks, as inocence drips from under the hourglass.
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