You kill yourself as you medicate your mind away.
Reality is an enemy your terrified to face.
But we are the few that stand against the grain.
The flame which once flickered in your eyes,
flickers grows dull and dies.
But I am one of the few who stands against the grain.
I stand against the grain, against false religion. To obedience, self medications.
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