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With Robin Rage on rhythm guitar and lead vocals, Justin Rowell-Savage on lead and backing vocals (ie, Hannibal Lector,) Matt Moscillo on drums and backing vocals (“I’m not that hungry, Mrs. Steele!”) Tim “Quiet Thunder” Hawkins on bass.  Produced and recorded by Jim Svensen and Guitardoors.org, a non-profit which records incarcerated musicians.

Thanks, Jim.

Rage

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Write to Arline via:

Maine Correctional Center – Arline Lawless – MDOC #60057

17 Mallison Falls Road – Windham, ME 04062

I need to find a darkened corner,

A boundless corner,

Where I feel safe.

Where I’ll feel warmer.

 

I’m crawling away.

Away from the hate, away from the storm.

I’m running away.

Away from the pain, away from the rage.

I’m flying away.

Away from the games, away from the dark,

The circumstances of a world so cold.

– Ember McLain

 

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As I am,

Prince

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Write to Danny via: Maine State Prison – Daniel Fortune,          MDOC #86753 – 807 Cushing Road – Warren, Maine 04864-4600

When passions are lost

And all my trust is gone

For way too far

For way too long

Then children are crying

They’re cast out and neglected

But only in a world so cold

Only in a world this cold

 

I tried to hold the hand of my best friend and look into his eyes,

Then watch him drift away

Some might say I’ve done the wrong thing

For way too long

For way too long

Their burning whispers remind me of the days  when I was left alone

In a world so cold

 

I’m guilty of the same thing

My child’s been left alone

Only in a world this cold

Only in a world this cold

 

Why does everyone feel like my enemy?

I’ve had enough depression and darkness

I want apart

I’m sick and tired

Bring the sun.

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The Warning Letter, Part 1

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To be continued.

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Write to Kenny via:

Maine State Prison – Kenneth McDonald – MDOC #114427

807 Cushing Road – Warren, Maine 04864-4600

Learn more about Kenny at: https://politicalprisoner.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/retro-report-september-29-2010-the-crime-of-kenneth-mcdonald/

I’m feeling crossed

And I take it inside

So I burn up my pain

I know my thoughts are strange

Just like the things I used to love

Just like that tree that fell, I heard it

My art is still inside

I can feel it

I want to bleed

And show the world all I have inside

And I want o scream

Then let the blood flow that keeps me alive.

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Write to Kenny via:
Maine State Prison – Kenneth McDonald – MDOC #114427
807 Cushing Road – Warren, Maine 04864-4600

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Write to Kenny via:
Maine State Prison – Kenneth McDonald – MDOC #114427
807 Cushing Road – Warren, Maine 04864-4600

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