madness of the way we live
the breath we take
the leaves we make into bread and loathes of the men we weep with
how do you see us now?
be ashamed you fool
be ashamed of your brothers and your solitary
it makes you weak and bitter
humble and afraid
your solitary is your consciousness
it delays reaction, it determines your action, it lives for your fate
don't let your lonesomeness be your downfall
stand up and fight the wooden planks of the gallows
and then you will find the beast
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