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Woke up from the American Dream      Hungover      Hellbent on reality After I saw the worst minds of my generation       Destroy with their madness       Rather than exploit their demons They shot them in the heart with anti-depressants      and let them wake up      dead to ambition They prescribed me like you      Withdrawal made me like me      GOD MODE ON Just reach for the sun we're touched by       Fire in the mind.       Controlled flame I am American Madness      Mommy's little monster gone manic      Mood swinging from the right intentions I am American Madness      Jumping this shark with the high horse I rode in on      Saving my country from soapbox to soapbox I am American Madness      The revolution in our minds manifested      standing up for something un-televised The psychos in sheep clothing      Lycanthropy at the right time      Letting out our own Howl Standing present        Our hands are red white and blue in guilt.        With the ghosts that we're dragging from past lives Tearing the throat out of         the things we can run                 but can't hide Fighting off our demons Transmuting the nightmares Caught in the American dream catcher. We could be the champions of the oppressed       Crossing the first threshold      We all come back around together © kenHeike, 2k13
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Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
I Am American Madness: God Mode On (Anti-Hero Origins Pt. 1)
Woke up from the American Dream      Hungover      Hellbent on reality After I saw the worst minds of my generation       Destroy with their madness       Rather than exploit their demons They shot them in the heart with anti-depressants      and let them wake up      dead to ambition They prescribed me like you      Withdrawal made me like me      GOD MODE ON Just reach for the sun we're touched by       Fire in the mind.       Controlled flame I am American Madness      Mommy's little monster gone manic      Mood swinging from the right intentions I am American Madness      Jumping this shark with the high horse I rode in on      Saving my country from soapbox to soapbox I am American Madness      The revolution in our minds manifested      standing up for something un-televised The psychos in sheep clothing      Lycanthropy at the right time      Letting out our own Howl Standing present        Our hands are red white and blue in guilt.        With the ghosts that we're dragging from past lives Tearing the throat out of         the things we can run                 but can't hide Fighting off our demons Transmuting the nightmares Caught in the American dream catcher. We could be the champions of the oppressed       Crossing the first threshold      We all come back around together © kenHeike, 2k13
This is part of a hero story/prose I'm writing. I wrote an anti-heroine piece a few months ago called "Konfusion" (http://hellopoetry.com/poem/konfusion-brokenfree-anti-heroine-origin-pt-i/). I plan to cross the stories over and end them both together. p.s. I know that I sampled Ginsberg. This piece was heavily inspired by Ginsberg and Palahniuk with my own touch.
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Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
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