Slanged and slaughtered
Such meaningless babble
A language too diseased
That I can’t even dare utter
They do not see from behind blinded eyes
I have lost my need to toe the line
To live in their apathetic lives
Gone past the eloquent hype
They believe I am misguided
Have lost my direction
Buts it just my defence mechanism
That keeps me from pouring
This last, fresh breath
Into their rotting, stagnant world
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