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uncharming veneer
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2020-04-19
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***
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azurite conviction, standing in a field
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as you threaten to so violently your fingers wield
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to rip from me the life I was entitled
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to live as compensation for being denied the wild
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to claim that I as your blood am wrong
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for refusing to join such a violent throng
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to condemn my brothers and sisters in humanity to the fire
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just so I could sit by your side and strum some lyre?
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for once in my life,
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I am glad to know how to exit
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for now I have the power to forbid
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that dark fate where the world is your slave
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and humans mere toys to fulfill your whims
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"this is not the future I choose."
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mother's compassion, soft fingers across my cheek
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as I flagellate myself for being too weak,
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to see the end of the world until it was at my front door,
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for neglecting the battle until it became a war
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"dry your tears
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and face your fears,
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else risk losing
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your best years."
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but how are you supposed to fight an enemy
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which does not exist,
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which *cannot* exist,
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which cannot be uttered by your tongue?
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how are you supposed to fight back
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when any action you take
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will ensure your fate is to be hung?
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to be strung up in the sky,
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a goddess in your own right,
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as you speak only in starlight,
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denied the chance to say goodbye
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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