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in a fight against time and light
self and life
my darkness burns bright.
Rebel against the rules
of who you are, what you do.
contrived ideals, mediocre tools;
shaping us into the machine
following, herding
into the premeditated scheme
of what you’re sold to be your dream.
Rage against the expectation
of compliance unto a cookie cutter situation.
Turn it upside down
no hesitation.
None of it matters anyway,
nobody has ever made it out alive.
If we start to live for today
to make it to night is to survive.