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now is not the time to open open that great door again not the time to be more tolerant not the time to play to win now is not the time for justice evolution mercy choices not the time to pet the puppies yipping with pathetic voices now is not the time for kindness not the time for compromise not the time for loving blindness not the time to close my eyes now for one too many people not that i have gained no good heart has sown but flesh is reaping tears to mind and wasted blood now my inner wolf seeks equals only those whose chords can howl deadly whether lone or social defending young or on the prowl tell me not that you would die upon the spines of my displeasure live for me and for you will i cherish each cell as if a treasure put me not inside a cage but roam with me through snow and sun be by my side or breathe my dust for i shall bleed again for none Niki Lasher Artist, Writer, and Webmatron http://www.kthulah.com
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