So I've been there at a certain time.

Sought my battles, spoke my mind

Forced to disconnect the ties that bind

For a tear I  shed, only for my last dime.

With a forceful voice, whose words tried to rhyme,

and I've sat in the pew until I heard that chime.

The one that released all but my mind.

Forced to deal with death and meaningless crime.

So now I stand on the edge of time.

Lost in a glare that reminds of lime.

And still I am forsaken, forced to pay this fine

Jailed in the darkness, roomed with a mime.

Mocked and heated, I start to climb.

From the bottom of the pit, where I've spent this past lifetime.

And I know, for none but time

I'd be lost in the mist of my rhyme

Too scared to leave this culture's slime,

Dismissed from my singularity, for which I pine.

Therefore I would be lost

if not for the solace,

of my mind.

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