Pain, what is pain?
If I am you and you are me,
the same eyes looking out of different faces,
taking ourselves too seriously?
Is Hell just another face of a mixed up Confucius?
Nothing everything, everything nothing
As time quivers around the base of the mountain
The dope committee sat in outer space
with the soul of Joe behind bars
Angry that he'd abused their sacred power
Medicating life
Darkening what was pure light
Needed no medication
The lines on the asphalt faded
What we had created
Faded
Everything
Faded
Nothing
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they've permitted me commenting here as my only outlet for communication with what was once my home.
say hi to my mom for me and take out that imposter!
oh shit they're flogging me again
thank the God for the cell i like and high i stay.
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