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Indignation

Like the tide
You rip me away
To a place
Where we stay
Young, forever...
 
We blaze
And dazed
The days
Are a haze
 
Of smoke...
 
Underwater
Mountains high
Think we’re flying
In the sky
 
But in the morning
Spit ashore
Crawling whore
Of dissatisfaction
 
I rise and start
Get ready and go
A slave of
Indignation
 
I wonder why
Is he immune
To the subjugations
Of oppression?
 
Are these just lies
Starry eyed
High
And losing wisdom?
Written by nightbirdblue
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