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Am I in utero, Or is this purgatory? Should I be comforted by this sense of complacency, reverberating through the sea where my cortex leisurely floats? Or should I be worried? That I am becoming contented, that this is dangerous to my existence and the wholeness of my soul? For I am a wild animal... Aren’t I? Sure, my teeth resemble no fang, my nails have not torn lately torn into flesh, But I need to drink in air that’s fresh, I need to move, I need to see, I long to run, I long for freedom, yes, I must be free. For I am a wild animal. I hear the words in the primal cry of my mind internal, And I know, The truth lies in the latter. I am suspended in an idle purgatory of my own making I have tricked myself into a false sense of contentment Comfort is my only organic enemy. I must move, I must see, I must run, I must have freedom, I must be free. I have been a netted fish, a caged wolf, a bear with foot in iron trap. I am a wild animal; I will kick and bite and claw, I will fight relentless until I am free.
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Interpretations of Purgatory
Am I in utero, Or is this purgatory? Should I be comforted by this sense of complacency, reverberating through the sea where my cortex leisurely floats? Or should I be worried? That I am becoming contented, that this is dangerous to my existence and the wholeness of my soul? For I am a wild animal... Aren’t I? Sure, my teeth resemble no fang, my nails have not torn lately torn into flesh, But I need to drink in air that’s fresh, I need to move, I need to see, I long to run, I long for freedom, yes, I must be free. For I am a wild animal. I hear the words in the primal cry of my mind internal, And I know, The truth lies in the latter. I am suspended in an idle purgatory of my own making I have tricked myself into a false sense of contentment Comfort is my only organic enemy. I must move, I must see, I must run, I must have freedom, I must be free. I have been a netted fish, a caged wolf, a bear with foot in iron trap. I am a wild animal; I will kick and bite and claw, I will fight relentless until I am free.
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
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