Uncle Tom - 2011/05/03

In my heart I hold a secret
What it is I am not telling
It births strength to drink
The poisons you are selling
Toxins run through my veins
Infecting my waking moments
Each night besieging dreams
With rough petty atonements

I take it for I feel I must
Escape only with sound plan
For departing anytime prior
Forces revelation of a hand
Silence is now the language
We use for our frigid tones
But real truth can be found
In roots of my daily groans

Shall I not one day revenge
Myself on reprobates around
As they have wronged we all
Ever dancing to their sound
Or will I expire with furor
That only signifies nothing
Yet another bauble obsolete
Once shiny now only rusting

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