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for a while there, i thought you could see--- the shackles on my feet, the tape on my mouth, the cloth on my eyes the truth behind the lies; the noose on my neck, the cotton on my ears, the ropes on my wrists, the hand pulling the strings. for a while there, i almost believed, but you're just another false prophet turning me into a puppet; using me for your agenda trapping me into an illusion--- illusion of euphoria. for a while there, i thought you could understand: the truth behind my coarse hands, dry throat, tired eyes, bulging veins, hunched back, parched skin, pale lips, and bruised heart, and shattered pride, and broken dreams, and endless tears. for a while there, i hoped: you could listen as i speak; you could speak as i lose my voice; you could fight as i lose my courage; you could upend the triangle, as i was stuck scraping the bottom of the barrel. sigh--- for a while there, i saw the sinister eyes of the bourgeoisie failing to mask your avarice, failing to hide your dark desires. for a while there, i saw the truth behind your lies: how you're on the other side with all the false sympathizers, mingling with the puppet masters, holding millions of lives, toying us in your palms, treating us as pawns, as if you are gods deciding the fate of us pitiful humans. for a while there, i saw it; the light diminishing, the shadows expanding, the hope extinguishing. for a while there, i felt it; the air suffocating, my body shivering, the blood flowing on the ground. in just a short while, it ended; just as how fast a bullet reaches the head.
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Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
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for a while there, i thought you could see--- the shackles on my feet, the tape on my mouth, the cloth on my eyes the truth behind the lies; the noose on my neck, the cotton on my ears, the ropes on my wrists, the hand pulling the strings. for a while there, i almost believed, but you're just another false prophet turning me into a puppet; using me for your agenda trapping me into an illusion--- illusion of euphoria. for a while there, i thought you could understand: the truth behind my coarse hands, dry throat, tired eyes, bulging veins, hunched back, parched skin, pale lips, and bruised heart, and shattered pride, and broken dreams, and endless tears. for a while there, i hoped: you could listen as i speak; you could speak as i lose my voice; you could fight as i lose my courage; you could upend the triangle, as i was stuck scraping the bottom of the barrel. sigh--- for a while there, i saw the sinister eyes of the bourgeoisie failing to mask your avarice, failing to hide your dark desires. for a while there, i saw the truth behind your lies: how you're on the other side with all the false sympathizers, mingling with the puppet masters, holding millions of lives, toying us in your palms, treating us as pawns, as if you are gods deciding the fate of us pitiful humans. for a while there, i saw it; the light diminishing, the shadows expanding, the hope extinguishing. for a while there, i felt it; the air suffocating, my body shivering, the blood flowing on the ground. in just a short while, it ended; just as how fast a bullet reaches the head.
Seventh-Heaven
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Seventh-Heaven
25/F/San Junipero
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
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