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Okay, I'll join in on the fun...
<b>Anonymous</b><P>I always weep through the night,
I can't even put up a fight.
My skin, it burns,
My stomach turns,
My eyes are red from lack of tears,
But still the light hold my fears,
I beg for mercy, I beg for days.
But still the light holds my preys...
Death will soon knock at my door,
And I will answer this call for.
The pain- a streak,
My body weak,
So I'll let go and fall asleep,
And will be buried very deep,
in the thoughts of those who hold,
The truth denied, The truth untold,
To why I weep, to why I cried,
To why I hurt, to why I died.<P><font color="purple">
My mom and my dad are not what they seem,
Their dull appearance is part of their scheme,
I know of their plans, I know their techniques,
My parents are outerspace alien freaks.<P>They landed on earth in spaceships humongous,
Posing as grown-ups, they now walk among us.
My parents deny this, but I know the truth.
They're here to enslave me, and spoil my youth.<P>Early each morning, as the sun rises,
My mom and dad put on their earthling disquises.
I knew right away, Their masks weren't legit.
Their faces are lined, they sag and don't fit.<P>The earths gravity makes them sluggish and slow,
They say not to run wherever I go.
They live my the clock, They're slaves to routines.
They work the year round, They're almost machines.<P>For sinister plots, this one is a gem,
They're bringing me up to turn me into <i>THEM</i><P><font color="magenta" size="-1">
Damonk..whadda' ya' think? E-mail me at the one on my site....<P><fonot size="+3">
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