Vandals of nakedness, 
compose this battle of
passions drifting to fear enlightening 
what's abandoned.
Savoring the banging monotones,
I sang for acceptance. 
If I bare me, a battle
that's already preoccupied,
whom will invade my mind 
and sort through this madness then?
Get on board mutiny! 
Armed with weary, I will expose my stolen voice. 
Who will hear me now?
Friday, October 6, 2006
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