lies
fed to us through straws
we are starving lions
bitter has never been more sweet
strawberries, like strawberries
fresh off the vine
but not quite ripe enough-
too young
they said we were too young
**** them, **** it all!
to be free
ignore them
no more than gnats-
petty
black
specks
we aren't rebels-
just crazy stupid
but honest, and right
misunderstood
that's our excuse
let's go get ourselves killed
martyrs
pick up your pen, fight
hell yes, to the death
what can we live for
if the world is a prison?
break the chains, we can run
like thieves, by night and moon
with candles-
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
lies
fed to us through straws
we are starving lions
bitter has never been more sweet
strawberries, like strawberries
fresh off the vine
but not quite ripe enough-
too young
they said we were too young
**** them, **** it all!
to be free
ignore them
no more than gnats-
petty
black
specks
we aren't rebels-
just crazy stupid
but honest, and right
misunderstood
that's our excuse
let's go get ourselves killed
martyrs
pick up your pen, fight
hell yes, to the death
what can we live for
if the world is a prison?
break the chains, we can run
like thieves, by night and moon
with candles-
P
e
n
d
e
l
u
m
s
D
o
s
t
o
p
I was feeling rather like a teenager, which is quite unusual for me. So I coughed this up at about midnight. Enjoy!
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