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1996-2007
khanada rhodes
run of the mill
i cried a river i cried a river for your years
pain and torture the fear insane and lonely
i can't die for you i only wish that i'd been there
to ease your moments to fan your fading embers
i scream on the outside for these dizzy prisoners
an evil mistreatment to service our weaknesses
and in your greatness lay a sadness circumspect
that in every victory lost only a hollow sound remained
no easy music when you're locked up in your pen
some hidden basement depraved, deprived, abuse meant
i'm sick of the future it's all stormy corners
abandoned
and
beaten you're just sport for the jailers
god
give me
a reason for these bloody waters
you
get to
know just how bad things
are
when you
know this is run of the mill
and
under
his armour lay a friendly politesse
a
gently surging
note of hope hope for us all
i'm
happy
for you you seem to find some peace at last
so
complimentary
we are of you down here