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Angry First I learned to dance this dance that makes me fly away,
Under, over, back and forth; flipping, flying, night and day.
Children laugh while singing songs so full of trite cliche.
Kisses tender, discontinue and silently slip away,
Intense vibrations lift me from the ground, shaking free of dust and clay.
Novacaine and morphine, surely, numbing people every day,
Giving way to silent descent, as our death moves in to stay.
Living every day that I can, under this pressure, it's too hard to stand.
On going problems I can't understand.
Outside my window, leaves fall, and things die. A little squirrel runs on the telephone wire.
Keep myself warm inside, close to the fire.
All the people round me choking, breathing faint when they're around.
Teaching others nothing more than death as they fall to the ground.
Missing how my life had once been, back before I had been found.
Everybody's always focused on the bull crap and the sound.
-Lo Ruhamah
