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Join Date: Dec 2007
02-18-2011, 07:03 AM
Iflit with former borg today to prove that i still feel
the Whiskey cuts another cell
I focus on the pain the only thing thats real..
I sit upon odos smiling chair..
full of broken thought i need a good engineer to repair..
Beneath the stains of amok Quarks time
the hangovers disappear
You are some where else
I am still right with beer.
Everyone i know gets beamed away in the end
you are somewhere else right now and i am still here.
and you can have it all my empire of kirk
The feelings disappear..
What have i become
this captain of a ship
I wear this chain of slaves
upon my scared old neck
waiting for an honest Dabo bet.
If i could Warp again a million miles away
I would keep myself with out a tribble in my glass
I would find away..