Robyn Valentine

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Is this me or him? That today stands in front of you all, Does one rise for the other to fall. Well this a shot in the dark, a whim. This one on the inside, longing to be released. Bitting on the bars of the cage which was made by me, A cage without a key, now l want him to be free. Will we go on together? Will it be one, or none?

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A midnight walker, alone in serenity. A creep in this solitary city, with no sleep. A moonlight stalker, Again in obscenity. A leap with a quality of pity, And I weep. The civilians come cheap, With the sinister smell, Of the city streets. Walking around, With the constant sound, Of a bureaucratic beat. The nettles have nestled deep. Run righteous rebels. We'll sit high up on our saddles, And charge, to ravage, these savage nobodies, In the depths of hell. We will rape what we reap, For we won't follow, These shallow, Hollow, Sheep.

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