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We Are the Freaks
Isolation
What a thought
To feel nothing
But a life distraught
While pariahs sing
A melodic discord
A song with agony
In every cord
While we paste faux smiles
On our face
To slovenly mask
Our cold disgrace
The glass inside
Begins to break
And we bleed a blood
That makes us quake
We pretend to live
When we are dead
We think on words
That can’t be said
Always visible
But rarely seen
Our eyes are sad
But our claws are keen
A constant circle
A maze with no end
A threat, a fear
To Hell decend
But as our despair
Begins to peak
We'll raise our voice:
For we are the freaks
(c) by me, Blake Williams
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