Growing up never knew what to do always felt like I was being misconstrued somehow abused aside from being used fused my anger with pain formed the frame from which this monster came I can’t claim to be original only attempt to be inspirational slightly educational this nation is full of people who refuse to believe we can achieve something greater than leaving a smoking crater no matter the creator we have to face each other on a daily basis make this your priority and center of being then you can go back to believing whatever you want try to ignore the ghosts that you haunt flaunt it in public I’ll speak here with candor rather than meander plan Micro while macro manage delightful rather insightful brought up by a pack of werewolves with wooden spoons moving ever wayward in a way with a word I’ve broken from the herd if you’ve heard a single word that I’ve spoken broken and choking from ash in the air at night it’s hard to care when you can feel the teeth at your heel tear at your flesh from breath to burial in mercurial motion I have this mad notion that we can win without a commotion don’t be mistaken history is ours for the taking making the most of it even if I am counterfeit you can’t forget that knowledge is knowledge passed from books banned in college miss by a mile but I still enjoy seeing you smile makes my day entire life worth living musical style and fashion which I choose to live in hopes to receive a taste of what I’m giving did and didn’t do didn’t plan to have a kid but I do plan to love her like I did a great mystery to me and any that can see never blinking drinking in the scenery The greenery is quickly fading skyscrapers replacing debasing destruction and failing function we’re pretending to be simply overwhelmed still conform to the rules do all of our learning through schools rely completely on fossil fuels simply tools in a scheme that we can never seem to see grasp fathom gather fashion or dream we’re all on the same team despite what it may seem controlling with technology and policies abolishing constitutional rights trying to keep it out of sight make it look just right given simply a little insight you can see our home has become a tomb womb of prisoners and bars made of people equal sacrificed simply for ratings on the sequel even the pope has PR what does that tell you I’m not hear to tell you what to do just offer you some simple truths a little observation creative thinking as I stair at the ceiling unblinking forever creating thoughts in my mind linking metal to chain deep in the brain implement change entirely new and differing ranges of emotion lost in the ocean cold cast out of the fold living on mushrooms and mold is this hallucination or manifestation of the will to something that’s real I can hold and feel channeled through pens in moments that I steal from waking seconds mask my true intent far from innocent and currently seeking reform for the harm that I’ve done in my years of hard living chosen to live on a strict diet definition of a starving artist I think that everyone should try it at least once in their lives see if they can survive try telling them money can’t buy happiness resist this urge to fight back begin to see black instead of red as I close my eyes and they roll into the back of my head bred of bastard stock please laugh the clock is ticking and I know what you’re thinking why isn’t he blinking at least trying to lash out what is this strange pacifism all about Sometimes it’s all so beautiful it actually scares me almost makes me cry finally brings a tear to my eye and I try to maintain composure closer to closer great the composer one who’s written the words that we’ve heard yet never spoken ethereal chain of ephemera now broken with commas not colons thoughts are stolen and channeled when I could manage to keep my temper under control rational sanity that’s the plan at least keep the beast at bay chained and locked away far from where the children play today is the day and we’ve got to find a way there’s nothing to fear but fear itself that’s knowledge in and of itself awareness of one’s self as well as everyone else or else



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There’s nothing to feat but fear itself, there’s nothing to fear but fear itself, there’s nothing to fear but fear itself that’s knowledge in and of it’s self