Your haughty eyes
wash me in contempt
unable to accept
that I am free
Your invisible prison
Is an unknown thing
Yet to ease your pain
you must laugh and label
You are the blind
You are the frightened
Yet you call me a fool
Your life is a script
a dead world planned
For the death of the individual
Your dream is a fake
You justify your embrace
of the dead,
empty lying world
I am you see
bound by conscience alone
My dreams contained
only by providence
my life unfettered by
your petty plans for me
and your hatred of this
is a tangible thing
You are the lost
You sold your soul
for a form of security
My life is mine
my life ruled
by universal laws
my dreams live
and I'll never embrace
your sick idea
of a safe world
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