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Siege of Virtue MAG
I've been breaking apart,
Limb by limb. I try to scream,
But I'm drowning in the air.
I used to be volatile, now I'm exhausted.
In the past I devoured their truths,
Relaxed my throat and swallowed the
liquor of their beliefs.
I was intoxicated with rage, belligerent
Now I'm hung over, down on my knees, vomiting values.
My wrists have been worn down to
the bone, bloody and raw.
I used to claw away at the wall, marking
the days until I got out.
My sentence is almost over but I've
My nails have grinded off and my fingers are numb anyway.
I was armed with a mind, and bullets
But the Kevlar of authority had rendered
I'm up against the wall being stripped
Frustrated, humiliated, I'm helpless.
All I have left is my fortress of consciousness.
The churches, the politicians, the teachers, the cops,
All bombard me with their cannons of
Soon I won't be able to think for myself.