From: andronicus451@gmail.com   
      
   THE THOUGHT CONSTRICTOR   
      
   I'm breathing in   
   I'm breathing out   
   I travel far   
   There is no doubt   
      
   A mutiny   
   That starts at home   
   When I return   
   I'm all alone   
      
   Decreased range in shackles, chains   
   Betrayed by blood that's in my veins   
   Surrounded by the thoughts that sold   
   They sell too cheap   
   En masse they're bold   
      
   The angry crowds that eat my flesh   
   I sit in webs   
   The day is fresh   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)