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Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But your words would never break me
Brick by brick I’ll build the awakening
Piece by piece I’ll put back the crumbles of my heart
Stroke after stroke I’d run my brush on the white tradesent paper directed and guided by my cravings and yearnings
No! No!! No rules this time
Not that I’d adhere to any
I’m tired of trying to fit in
Even the soil seems mad
The Sky has turned grey again and now it’s bleeding profusely, giving the red soil this beautiful slick glow
I know abandoning these shoes won’t make you happy but every step I take in them is always a mistake to you and there’s no happiness in that
One by one I move barefooted
My feet, red soil coated
Perhaps the soil bleeds from unfortunate mishaps of society
The nocturnal iniquities that go on amongst the same people who made the rules and deities
Growing up they teach you to always tell the truth,
And it’s what set you free.
sometimes it seems like it’s what’s get you in trouble
Seeing the big guns eat the whole cake and feed the masses the crumbles.