I heard those giggles behind me, You really thought I was deaf? I saw those whispers around me, Oh!I'm just making it clear. I know you are acting up ignoring, You thought you are good at it? I saw you looking happy around, You thought that can really effect me?
Yes I heard you calling me cling But, ever know about my 'never knew how to not care' thing? Ever thought about How it feels to be hurt by the other? Facing these all, now I wish I could read this on your face & make you feel one.
how many protests have you watched now? how many devolving into riots? via violent actors, on either side what was gained, for those we lost? was it in vain? did the pay outweigh the cost? or was our venture defunct? would civil disobedience had been better sought? or a more brutal insurrection, to rival those we've been taught? just do like they'd wish and lay down and die
once again this time in Georgia communities of color saved democracy from spiraling into violent authoritarianism
in spite of armed white mobs incited by the president's men breaking into the nation's capitol looting and destroying interrupting certification hearings forcing members of congress to seek sheltered places killing a policeman causing five more deaths
the scenes shocked the world and most U. S. citizens
america has become small again no more a beacon of democracy just another banana republic
in a real democracy citizens cast their votes and then respect certified election results
We vanish one by one, until we are gone nothing but silent screams Echoing down the empty halls of eternity
Displaced by flora or covered in colossal snowdrifts Dilapidated buildings haunted By the silhouettes of ghastly midnights past
Ashes where we had once stood before God as man screamingly sentient made of rotten creation Our life the echo of a shrieking moan
Let us Leave the pallid stars behind with a mad laughter Reach out, touch the abyss God and man are dead ! Rejoice! What a joyous revolt! Divine notes from blasphemous flutes conduct a symphony from beyond time Dive headfirst into the deep black rift And become eternity
Bleed my mind out Onto paper again It’s in a cage I’m full of rage Things can’t be the same. **** a phase, this is a chapter Turn the page, streets in flames Things can’t be the same. I feel the pain when I see their eyes And I can **** near taste it They wanna rewrite history But the noise too loud So they can’t erase it Things can’t be the same Light it Gone
There’s nothing to interpret in defiance. Once you find a set, put place, position and stand. Work up the vitality to speak in brutality! There’s no point to declare without defense.
I want to **** in the wind, because *******. Replace my mind with a button. Press it, I’ll regurgitate your rhetoric. I bet you get off to that, stripping autonomy. Just tickles your ******. Makes you giddy.
I’d starve myself. But I would eat a bullet if you had your way.
Without a situation, your just without motivation. Writing in clear ink, paralyzed in double think.
There’s nothing to interpret in defiance. A set, put place, stand, or position. Dissent should never be conveyed, unclear, blurry, or in repent!
Opinion shouldn’t be followed by different! Just stand in on stage, speaking sense! Those that matter will respect, others will fall to the aspect...
Look at the caged bird, surrounded by barbed wire. It's always complaining about this and that and freedom and stuff. Hey little bird! Aren't you grateful at all? What would you do in the wild wide, perilous sky? Can't you see my wingless, spineless vultures? Don't you see how grateful and praiseful they are? The little bird does not reply. It pecks and pecks until the cage turns blood. To get some blue, it's paying in red.
Dedicated to all the nations and people fighting and shedding their blood for freedom in every corner of the earth