2.New Theatres For The Common Man
i will always fail. i will never find the right words or
frequencies. the voice i have is dead in me. i carried on
through hate and rage, accomplished eyes welling up with shame.
it's our fault, mostly yours. common words, common chords. no
one tries, no one learns. it's important to discern who wants
you to like them over what they have to say. with every year
down the beaten path their compassion denigrates. from those who
live convicted and walk with purpose through their halls. those,
who, when get knocked down, will fucking crawl. though
impressive our potential, we will always fucking fail. our power
is a lie we sell the world. these frail words, i crafted them by
hand. your black hearts will never understand these dead
tongues, these dead words, this dead language.
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