The writings on this desk are such a mess
I'm not reading through all I have left
They're all too late
They'll be erased

In the corner
The watcher is waiting
Looking out for all
But I'm in the hall
They're nowhere near me now
I took the time to get out
But they lay there waiting

The writings on the walls are our enemies
I want them to die, they're holding me
I wash them off but they fade back to me
There's nothing I can erase on my own
2001 & 2006 Piemerica-Incorperated-EternallyWritten by Emperor MAR
March 20, 2001 & November 8, 2006
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3/20/01- The writings on this desk are such a mess