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This keyboard in my bow

The tool to move strings

And

Force down piano keys

This keyboard is my instrument

To form the music

That may one day rip your soul to shreds

And

Spend hours stitching back you heart

In incorrect methods

A weapon a tool a mockery of creation

This keyboard is the only

A silent screamers possession

That way to communicate with you

 

Author's Note

Cp. 12:00AM Tue 04/22/08 �I don�t Care� Apocalyptica and None tired thoughts, trying to say the though, ok (Typed)