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Fist and Rank
I'll never understand, fishes before the waterfall.
Never understand how a baby learns to crawl.
An ox on my heart, five horns to pierce all he wants.
A rabbit running late, no time for a response,
This hectic world is all that's new to someone like me.
Never been born before, new in this skin.
A piece of knowledge, is all I am, the master key.
A key to an imaginary world hidden within.
I am disarray, tumbled up and stuffed in flesh.
I think I'm human, but that's just a name for this mess.
This tornado that I am, made of insects in a cage.
Working to stuff down an inhuman rage.
What is this thing I call me?
That can't understand anything.
Am I living? Am I alive?
Was I ever meant to move on and thrive?
Because this world is blank,
I live in my head.
Ruled by fist and rank,
But everyone is dead.
Never understand how a baby learns to crawl.
An ox on my heart, five horns to pierce all he wants.
A rabbit running late, no time for a response,
This hectic world is all that's new to someone like me.
Never been born before, new in this skin.
A piece of knowledge, is all I am, the master key.
A key to an imaginary world hidden within.
I am disarray, tumbled up and stuffed in flesh.
I think I'm human, but that's just a name for this mess.
This tornado that I am, made of insects in a cage.
Working to stuff down an inhuman rage.
What is this thing I call me?
That can't understand anything.
Am I living? Am I alive?
Was I ever meant to move on and thrive?
Because this world is blank,
I live in my head.
Ruled by fist and rank,
But everyone is dead.
Published 1st Jan 2015
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