piece of land, a piece of my mind for
you to do so there will be peace,
but it won't be 'cause I will feel less
free then during war since you
will control my thoughts and every
step I take - if I try to go against
you, you will break my leg, no one
will notice, no one will "care"
(they will be too afriad) and I won't
be able to start an movement -
everyone outside will think it's all
good, or at least okey, but they
won't know what happen between
our eyes - yours: the needles,
mine: the holes you will take your
thread through on and on...
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