Benjamin K Duncan

They can ban the rebel in me,
But they'll never stop the anarchy,
It runs deep in the veins of society.
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Tomato sauce runs through my veins
Tobasco sauce is what it rains

Kitchen condiments and the like
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the sun has a blunt hardness about it
keeping the world well lit

for the sun's carcinogenic touch we're unfit
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Lost. That word never used to mean anything when I was in your arms, breathing your breath.
Pain. Was never an issue. You lifted me from my pain. You made me forget, like a drug.
Not only forget, but like my life had never happened before I met you.
It was like, I had nothing to forget or remember, when I was with you.
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Have you forgotten when you were young?

When ignorance was your primary concern.
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The words of those you love, mean the most.
They can kill all that your spirit imbibes.
But they can not take away your spirit.
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I see myself in every jaded old person. Soon I will be an old person.
And I will be every bit as jaded as them. Why, because they missed opportunities.
They're angry at themselves, because they thought they could change their destiny.
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Where I wonder in auburn madness
dream of wonder, dream of sadness
Living like no tomorrow
in a day already forgotten.
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Looking through the lense of deciet
dissassociated from the atrocities of evil.

The trigger pulls itself into a
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The night sky
reflected in my eyes.
How I long to travel into the regions
of her grace
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Undesirable want exceeds conscience
Anger usurps benevolence.
Now to hate, through remembered daze
Where happiness eroded depressed ways.
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A thriving metropolis enslaved by the lonely.
They wish to hasten their time away.
If only they knew the mockery
So deeply entrenched in their psyche.
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My capitalist prostitution
Makes me sick
Bend me over
Forcing to suck the corporate dick
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I wonder silently
when next the sun will rise.
When do I wake
to collect my prize.
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The thick smog of morning traffic gently carresses my lungs with it's carcinogenic touch.

Rapid transport
at the cost of health,
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i woke up

a hand reached down
i reached back
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Reality has forgotten my existence.
And I've forgotten her's,
She remembers I think.
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Advertising death
Technicolour dreams awash with grayscale.

Nightmares of heaven
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