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Our very souls are beaten into cages of domestication With ****** Fists of Business Men. Our freedom, a squirming, squealing mouse in claws- fighting to escape its captivity. But like the caged rabbit, hurling its self at steal bars- steal bars don’t bend easy it takes big hands, business hands on high hills but “if you want to be like the man on the hill, you have to learn to smile as you **** But the rabbit and the mouse, beating and screaming, against bars and claws were created weaker than the capture- And the cage keeps becoming stronger, with diamonds. And the bars shrink into the background. Claws covered in silken honey. But deranged rabbits hurl themselves and bleeding mice struggle to beat the order of things and the cats nibble jaws squeal shut. And little children scream to know the cruelty of reality.
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC
World Found of Cages
Our very souls are beaten into cages of domestication With ****** Fists of Business Men. Our freedom, a squirming, squealing mouse in claws- fighting to escape its captivity. But like the caged rabbit, hurling its self at steal bars- steal bars don’t bend easy it takes big hands, business hands on high hills but “if you want to be like the man on the hill, you have to learn to smile as you **** But the rabbit and the mouse, beating and screaming, against bars and claws were created weaker than the capture- And the cage keeps becoming stronger, with diamonds. And the bars shrink into the background. Claws covered in silken honey. But deranged rabbits hurl themselves and bleeding mice struggle to beat the order of things and the cats nibble jaws squeal shut. And little children scream to know the cruelty of reality.
isadora-elmira
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC
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