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rewiiired

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Hybrid.
10/00/01

Anyone could’ve been there.
Anyone could’ve looked into those
eyes and broken down.

Anyone would be mangled in
sight of this horror, but
no one else seems to care
about the fucked-up things
you’ve seen out there, while
they’re all sleeping,
safe and sound.

Their backs to this,
you drown in this.
You stand up to this because
you can’t sit on this,
and you were never one for kneeling:
it always brought back those empty feelings.

They drink their wine and eat their bread,
holding up flags as they bow before statues.
They’re drunk and fattened in their
star and striped surrender;
devoted to the cold and lifeless,
wrapped up in all the lies, never
stopping to look behind or
between the lines.

You’re trying to remain patient,
telling yourself that in time you’ll
come to know the truth, or at least
receive a piece of mind, because

there was something
in those hybrid eyes last night
that left you wondering.

Something that frightened you
as you struggled to define.
 
awesome

can't say why or what but this struck me mostly.


You’re trying to remain patient,
telling yourself that in time you’ll
come to know the truth, or at least
receive a piece of mind, because

there was something
in those hybrid eyes last night
that left you wondering.
 
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