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75 lines
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Executable file
fatali
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2018-12-01
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***
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DEFILED
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DEMURED
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LOST IN CENSURE
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CAST OUT
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MADE BLIND
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NO LONGER DIVINE
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I WILL MARK MY OWN FATE
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I WILL CHOOSE MY OWN PATH
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OR I WILL GO UP IN FLAMES
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FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE
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AND AT THE EDGE OF ETERNITY
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YOU WILL ASK:
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WHO WAS I?
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WHO COULD HAVE I BEEN?
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If Neocities was paradise,
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then I am Eve
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from Eden, no longer beholden
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for daring to believe
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something verboten
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and much like there, the fediverse is yet the same
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being queer's the praxis, shitposting's the game
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and yet we tear each up with our words
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with misunderstanding
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and thunder
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like we've become animals
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in yet another herd
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you let blind anger run through your veins
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consuming you from the inside
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like a wildfire run rampant and free
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you become like a damned animal
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at the slightest provocation
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a hellhound, made for nothing more than weeping
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and gnashing of meat and bone alike
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not fit for civilization
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or wilderness alike
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where do you belong? the air?
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or on the end of a pike
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you see a picture of your fave,
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you click without processing
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like an automaton
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click, click, click
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does this bring you fulfillment?
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does this satisfy your soul?
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a machine for someone else's validation
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senselessly trying to fill a hole
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is this the fate you wanted?
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is this the end you meant to procure?
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and if you answer yes:
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are you really so sure?
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begone, ye ghosts! lest you turn me
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into a fictional entity I was never meant to be
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I'll admit I've my doubts; I'll admit I've no sure mind
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but in my life, this is mine and mine alone to find
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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