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Distorted reality Blinded by society Waking up The sleeping souls Rising up Stop doing what you’re told Think for yourself Don’t have to act like everyone else Freedom is yours
My rats are sweet but they usually face defeat. When people judge their faces after previous disgraces. They did not ask to be rats. My rats are playful but seen as shameful.
I never liked poetry I never understood what it meant There was too much metaphor Without any intent I never liked poetry Music was my medium At least most songs rhymed