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Words are unstoppable Words may be spoken Words may be written Words may be thought Night falls over the day Night falls over the block Night falls over the hood Night falls over us First as the dusk Then as the stars We can see nothing Street corners light Streetlight too bright We can see nothing Too bright but never enough. We can see nothing of hope in the cosmos We carry our blinded eyes in our hands Buy me a knife. Buy me a gun. Find me behind the barrel, I'd rather be first in line, I will secure first place. Buy me a knife. Buy me a gun. Find me shaking the iron sights, I'd rather be running away from the system, I will do what I must. Take our education, expect us to grow. Take our nutrition, expect we maintain. The gatekeeper looks less like St. Peter Than it looks like a bank. Make it for money, Expect we be happy For the physical. Make it vanity, Expect our diminished state Be aspiration and dream enough. Words are unstoppable, I know this to be true. Where are the words We need the most? We cry for each other in night, Each broken compatriot Each potential confidant Convinced we're abandoned Convinced we're at war with the poor Then at war with ourselves Expending bullets for the clout on the shelf. I am in here just as you so put that down. I am in you, and I need your words to tell, To touch, to show, Those with nothing know what more there is than this.
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
Wake Into Warfare
Words are unstoppable Words may be spoken Words may be written Words may be thought Night falls over the day Night falls over the block Night falls over the hood Night falls over us First as the dusk Then as the stars We can see nothing Street corners light Streetlight too bright We can see nothing Too bright but never enough. We can see nothing of hope in the cosmos We carry our blinded eyes in our hands Buy me a knife. Buy me a gun. Find me behind the barrel, I'd rather be first in line, I will secure first place. Buy me a knife. Buy me a gun. Find me shaking the iron sights, I'd rather be running away from the system, I will do what I must. Take our education, expect us to grow. Take our nutrition, expect we maintain. The gatekeeper looks less like St. Peter Than it looks like a bank. Make it for money, Expect we be happy For the physical. Make it vanity, Expect our diminished state Be aspiration and dream enough. Words are unstoppable, I know this to be true. Where are the words We need the most? We cry for each other in night, Each broken compatriot Each potential confidant Convinced we're abandoned Convinced we're at war with the poor Then at war with ourselves Expending bullets for the clout on the shelf. I am in here just as you so put that down. I am in you, and I need your words to tell, To touch, to show, Those with nothing know what more there is than this.
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Simillacrum
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Simillacrum
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
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