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By distant moon Date: 2007 Sep 10 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.10.20.39.16250]] |
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I won't be fearful of his staff anymore, I can't stare him in the eyes much longer. My shepherd is herding (hurting) the masses, yet my passionate resolve grows stronger. I'd enumerate my reasons for this uprising, this coup d'etat... but my courage is waning in this chorus line sing-a-long. So I fall to my knees and I will pray. I will beg, beg...I beg for mercy. I need a lover, a lover. I need a friend. I put all my eggs...in a lion's den. "So then break away from the herd, my son. Settle yourself and let what's done be done. Drive farther away than you've ever gone, and when you find yourself, you'll find your love." |