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Went off the deep end; kept swimming with infinity overhead No, I am not dead just looking the part So let’s bomb this system rip these laws apart Embrace a heart of darkness transform pain into art Often it’s hard to know where to start Come up for air and take the first step the path reveals itself Plunge headfirst into the unknown   it is there you will find yourself For You For Me For Generations to come life is about much more than just having fun Your words are a gun Load up, take aim, shoot carefully the injustice of existence can be undone Keep talking your **** Or Grab a pen and weave your truth for all to see the future is in your hands serving as (parenthesis) Do not succumb to the powers that be A priests benediction strikes at fiction The Bill of Rights is frilled and frayed A president lays splayed awaiting the richest ***** Break away from the flock of sheep following the snake of a shepherd herding the mindless off the cliffs of disparity Congress feigns progress Con artists abound on the misty streets A nuclear rider waits at the gates of your estate You see your past behind you as a spectral ghost
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
the poet broke the bough overhangin the sharp precipice
Went off the deep end; kept swimming with infinity overhead No, I am not dead just looking the part So let’s bomb this system rip these laws apart Embrace a heart of darkness transform pain into art Often it’s hard to know where to start Come up for air and take the first step the path reveals itself Plunge headfirst into the unknown   it is there you will find yourself For You For Me For Generations to come life is about much more than just having fun Your words are a gun Load up, take aim, shoot carefully the injustice of existence can be undone Keep talking your **** Or Grab a pen and weave your truth for all to see the future is in your hands serving as (parenthesis) Do not succumb to the powers that be A priests benediction strikes at fiction The Bill of Rights is frilled and frayed A president lays splayed awaiting the richest ***** Break away from the flock of sheep following the snake of a shepherd herding the mindless off the cliffs of disparity Congress feigns progress Con artists abound on the misty streets A nuclear rider waits at the gates of your estate You see your past behind you as a spectral ghost
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
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