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I am a deadman,
Not a deadman walking mind you,
For I don't walk, I stride without any pride, knowing that I am dead,
Now you may be thinking, "Oh he's insane. He's walking, talking and breathing like us, the living, laughing, loving ones, and yet he claims he is dead,"
And there you are wrong. Not completely wrong mind you,
If that were so, you too would be a deadman, dead women, dead mouse, dead transgender or dead undisclosed gender, species, race, religion, country, and/or island.
I am dead because I said so,
Because truth is the words that are made of truth that are disguised as lies for those not worthy of said truth, but instead wrap themselves in webs of lies that lie inside the truth,
I am a man because society thinks a penis equals big, strong, tall, fast, superior, and not thin, beautiful, smart, caring, inferior, and pensisless
I am a deadman because I lost the will to live In a world in which truth is contradiction, death is a joke with a scyth and hood,
I a deadman am so, because being alive is in the in crowd, oppressive, boring, hypocritical, for the ignorant and for the afraid. And being a women means I cannot have a penis.
I, a deadman, am buried under the liveliness of the singing birds, the moving trees, the vileness of man, women and everything else in between, the barking of dogs and the holy glow of the atom.
I am a deadman, not walking mind you, but running away from the world of the living.