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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Scapegoat
[time] => 2002-12-27 17:00:00
[hometext] => one of thoee you write where it surprises yurself.
[bodytext] => sitting silence
sleep won't overcome me taking in all the complications this station has put upon me my conscious is clear clearly broken down filling the mold then breaking on out a captain barges in, then yells at gunpoint "who’s in charge here? did you hear me? do you want to die?" ignorant to the doorman, little does he know it it will be his last day, one last look in my eyes the doorman takes his life with swift and ease appeasement to no one nor protection to me blood puddles to the floor the pile heap not human anymore I don't want to be here, I'm not supposed to be here scapegoat for law unabided by another man now free been some years still sleep is uneasy dreaming of vengeance on the unaccused not me my focus is sharp sharp now on edge need to get on out away from this wedge court pays unfair penance to what they call a crime volunteer or jailhouse for a lifetime disregarded ignorant to all oh I was, circumstances around me all in the wrong place, wrong time almost retarded gavel hits the sentence with a choice in mind both spoken unappealing and no justice I find haven't found the doorman but word is out I'm looking for him I don't want to be here, I'm not supposed to be here scapegoat for law unabided by another man now free I never killed the man, they don't believe me kick me back to the can, won't even see me... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 34 [informant] => daniel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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