INK RUNS DRY

 

 

The ink runs dry.  Imagination loses its grip on the mind’s eye. . .thoughts fade to a void.  Censored thought is all we have left.. .listen to the Morality forces as they deride over personal freedoms. . .Take them all away.  I don’t really need them anymore. . .Peace and freedom—what an old pair of crackbrained ideals. . .

 

Wondering who

the responsible parties

they take the blame

place blame on others

for all the decay

 

 

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