Run,
free men,
run
by train
by car
by plane
by horse
depart from this
stagnating and dying
place, free men,
you must
you will be the first to go,
then the strong,
then the smart,
then the talented,
then the great,
until finally
only the meek
are left
and the world
will fall to ruin
in their hands
you must run,
free men,
you must seek
a new earth
you,
the ones
with dreams in your eyes
and love in your hands
you,
the men and women,
who hold the greatest
above the rest
you,
the people
who live despite
our culture of
death
run,
free men,
run
you,
free men,
must
free men,
run,
I beg of you
run,
escape,
I pray
I ask of you one thing,
free men and women
of the world:
do not look back
do not wonder what becomes
of your mothers and fathers
and brothers
we are lost
we are slaves
to our own
fortunes
and
we are not you,
you, free men
we are what you could’ve been
so learn form that
do not be us,
run from us,
part from us
without guilt,
we are jealous
of your truth
take this chance
free men,
use your willfulness,
your youth,
and
run
let this dying world
be dying
let our histories
be histories
let the past
be the past
let yourselves be
yourselves
run,
free men,
run
this earth will be here
for you to, one day,
reclaim
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 2:12 PM UTC
Run,
free men,
run
by train
by car
by plane
by horse
depart from this
stagnating and dying
place, free men,
you must
you will be the first to go,
then the strong,
then the smart,
then the talented,
then the great,
until finally
only the meek
are left
and the world
will fall to ruin
in their hands
you must run,
free men,
you must seek
a new earth
you,
the ones
with dreams in your eyes
and love in your hands
you,
the men and women,
who hold the greatest
above the rest
you,
the people
who live despite
our culture of
death
run,
free men,
run
you,
free men,
must
free men,
run,
I beg of you
run,
escape,
I pray
I ask of you one thing,
free men and women
of the world:
do not look back
do not wonder what becomes
of your mothers and fathers
and brothers
we are lost
we are slaves
to our own
fortunes
and
we are not you,
you, free men
we are what you could’ve been
so learn form that
do not be us,
run from us,
part from us
without guilt,
we are jealous
of your truth
take this chance
free men,
use your willfulness,
your youth,
and
run
let this dying world
be dying
let our histories
be histories
let the past
be the past
let yourselves be
yourselves
run,
free men,
run
this earth will be here
for you to, one day,
reclaim
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