consider the wall;
will you pile it on your back and walk?
the shadow grows as you gain mass.
unable to share the task of sweeping floors and concealing facts.
Besides, what does your soul know?
Does it know what's right?
Can it exsist void of time?
Can it sing, "Is this life"?
Pigs by Day
Sheep by Night
Cower and sloth in steady lin3s.
I want to know not of these things.
I could break the code,
unwrap the bow -
but then we couldn't be friends.
SO I TIE MY SHOE
My Governement
My REgret
A Guilded Monument for the losing END;
Another patriot dEAD.
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