Friday, April 13, 2012

Eviction

I was comfortable in my own home
until the day you knocked on my door
with your, guns and brutality
You claimed mortality, upon my own security
until your reason defined nothing but obscurity
destroying everything in sight, giving me no option but to flee
I did everything I could to please your needs
but it was never enough, you still felt the need to evict me

I'm now gone, and drawn onto a road of my own
searching for a new home
not looking back, and learning from the facts
from all actions taken, present and shown

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