fragment fiveeleven:


some grab power with a football or a weight bench
others use their skinny jeans, self satisfied complacence
let them reign, they can keep their little kingdoms
i'll keep trying to slip through the veins that run between them
i'll lead the martyrs without causes on the march forth
pleading with the others for an ending to the sharp course
it's all hard, but we've got it so much harder than you
and as it slips from my lips, the false trials are coming true


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i wish i could fall asleep.

posted by adam @ 2:22 AM