I finally got to the point where I cannot pretend
I will not adorn masks and smile when I am red hot fiery anger that wont be extinguished nor will it be finished
I cannot count the seconds until this place is far behind because then I wont want to exist with all these fools who just come and go
I must not dream of moving beyond these falsely lit walls with magnificent colors of deceit upon them
If I were to do such, then I might leave
If I were to do that then what else might I do to be free
to be lifted from oppression
to be lifted from this bank that just cranks until you make what it takes
green paper and metallic coins with the face of the dead
upon which lies value over any such life without their praise
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