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Yet I Accept His Wage

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distance � � �
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I`ve yet � � �
to make an entrance � � �
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I need � � �
medical assistance � � �
with my acute feelings of resistance � � �
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light � � �
the darkness � � �
of futility � � �
that keeps me sitting upon fences � �
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I see merit � � �
reason � � �
in most any stance � � �
pure evil � �
being exception � �
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indecision � � �
keeps me glued � � �
a pinned butterfly� �
a kosher pig in sty � �
a suffocating � �
caged Lion � �
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because � � �
there ain't � � �
any Angels � � �
just angles � � �
to play � � �
on this, "the man`s"
construct of a stage � � �
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yet � � �
I accept � � �
his wage � � �
obliterating � � �
my right � � �
to rage � � �
to shamelessly stake � �
a righteous claim � �
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leaving this "man" � � �
with limited visionary range � � �
to shamble � � �
take responsibility � � �
for nameless children of fate � � �
but no blame � � �
for idiosyncratic wear � � �
inflicted on fellow players � � �
whilst I perpetually lose our game