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now is not the time to openopen that great door againnot the time to be more tolerantnot the time to play to win now is not the time for justiceevolution mercy choicesnot the time to pet the puppiesyipping with pathetic voices now is not the time for kindnessnot the time for compromisenot the time for loving blindnessnot the time to close my eyes now for one too many peoplenot that i have gained no goodheart has sown but flesh is reapingtears to mind and wasted blood now my inner wolf seeks equalsonly those whose chords can howldeadly whether lone or socialdefending young or on the prowl tell me not that you would dieupon the spines of my displeasurelive for me and for you will icherish each cell as if a treasure put me not inside a cagebut roam with me through snow and sunbe by my side or breathe my dustfor i shall bleed again for none Niki LasherArtist, Writer, and Webmatronhttp://www.kthulah.com
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