They came to me like a friend with their skin of evidence
A tithe they obliged to me in exchange for certainty
They turned me like all the rest into their slaves and servants
But when I asked to exist I was left apart from it
More than awake
More than alive
I was trying to do my best
The strength of the river calls
Every stream to bow and fall
Before him, obedient
Without pride or consequence
More than awake
More than alive
I was trying to do my best
Disaster
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