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Xunixeon
2nd Jul 2009, 01:53 AM
Suffering in the Iron Prison

I am suffering in the Iron Prison
Where people are disrepectful of me
Why am I born to suffer
In this cage known as life
Am I not a bird
Who sings so tirelessly
About the suffering she has to bear
I wish for the knife
To stab at myself
But I would never see heaven
In this life again.

Alien in this world

I am a alien Reploid
Whose words people despise
And those looks give people fear
With shivers down their spine

Who I am?
Who I am really?
Have I lost sight of who I am?
I have a metal body
A CPU for the brain
The other planet as my home
But yet I have a fragile human heart
So fragile
People don't think twice of tearing it apart.