Flee, moving on, unknown, doubt.

It’s the cash these feds take. 

Hurt enough? Yeah that’s great.

It’s being banned in my home state.

Make my way west disappear and escape.

I’m just trying to find what is real in these counterfeits.

Sitting on my block while trying to look inconspicuous.

So now I have arrived.

How did I ever survive?

This is my chance to revive.

All this time being denied.

How far will this path go?

These surroundings are completely unknown

I must follow absolutely alone.

This is a dismal path where the lions roam.

My only weapon is this stone.

This land will do, it shall be my new home.

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