i have a death-grip on strife. i count my vices every night like sheep before sleep. walk alone along the razor's edge, plunging straight ahead. i admit, i'm misery embodied. but i'll be ****** before you steal my liberty.
no gods. no flags. no masters.
there is nothing and no one higher.
i open my lungs to the summer air. breathe deep. the sun is beating down. my clothes are black. i feel the beads of sweat gathering. the crickets' lyrics slip through the reeds. the pond ripples, a dragonfly alighting upon a lily. i feel the earth beneath me, spinning on its axis. i cannot see the tilt, but i can measure the skies, chart the constellations. we are spinning around a star, one of many. trillions of suns. this is real. this is true. i can prove it.
no gods. no flags. no masters.
there is nothing and no one higher.
defy. deny. concede nothing. solitary in conviction. stand strong. stay sober. die free.