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I come from the sky a sacred bloodline of over a trillion star systems all that which have died stars that have collided, collapsed, ignited chemically bound into a force reunited my sentience is not a mere coincidence this cellular body is not an accident, and yet by oppression I continue to be silenced this body, this vessel is a result of a cosmic flow because the stars came together to self destruct for my existence this is why I must be P E R S I S T E N T OPPRESS ME AND I WILL SHOW RESISTANCE never double cross a soul that knows they come the sky because when we look back up to the stars at night and think about the billions of other lives that have been caged, left with no voice, with no ability to fight, we can’t help but take offense we are destined for more than this mundane, make believe system we are destined for more than this material, economical strife place me into a toxic routine, allow big business to trample my land my food and my water supply, and I will not comply believe me, I will fight
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
from the sky
I come from the sky a sacred bloodline of over a trillion star systems all that which have died stars that have collided, collapsed, ignited chemically bound into a force reunited my sentience is not a mere coincidence this cellular body is not an accident, and yet by oppression I continue to be silenced this body, this vessel is a result of a cosmic flow because the stars came together to self destruct for my existence this is why I must be P E R S I S T E N T OPPRESS ME AND I WILL SHOW RESISTANCE never double cross a soul that knows they come the sky because when we look back up to the stars at night and think about the billions of other lives that have been caged, left with no voice, with no ability to fight, we can’t help but take offense we are destined for more than this mundane, make believe system we are destined for more than this material, economical strife place me into a toxic routine, allow big business to trample my land my food and my water supply, and I will not comply believe me, I will fight
DwindlingMoon
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29/F/Greek
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
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