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ONE MORE

"One more"
Two little words that could bring such joy.
Anger.
Hate.
Even courage.
We learned to love them,
To hate them,
To admire them.

"One more lap."
"One more mile."
"One more lash."
"One more spoon full."
All phrases shouted daily,
Two workds shouted often.

When out bodies were tired from labor,
Three words were all that could be thought,
"One more day"
One more chance for freedom.

One more shot from allied guns,
Getting closer.

One more night of darkened silence.
One more body for the count.
One more.




I Mask Myself Silence


I Mask myself in Silence,
Why I do not know.
In my stomach dwells the Violence,
It has no where else to go.
Thoughts are swimming through my head
It begins to ache.
My heart grows Cold and Hard as lead
The Beast begins to wake.
Silence shall no longer mask me
For I shall Rip it off
A few less friends will be my fee
Dark red blood I Cough.

When I speak, I speak the strange
And while they Laugh and make their fun
I try to keep my ears from range
But soon they ALL will run!!
They will feel how it is to be cut
And I shall hear them cry
While I sew their Big Mouths shut
And watch as they all die.

Now I have no Silence
Nothing to mask the Pain.
All I have is newfound Violence
From such Freedom there is Nothing to gain.
I’d kill to have my Mask once more
And stop hurting those I Love.
I swear to stop with the blood and the gore
And return to the Silence of the dove.