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they have soldered you to shackles
this silence means we are at war
"I will not kiss your flag"
Under glaciers your breath still
Whispers these dissident cries
God bless Amerikkka for the luxury to kill God bless Amerikkka for its reign of terror
long enough to see these maples shed leaves
long enough to see these maples die
I will be your revolution I
will be your resistance
I will sing for you
there will be a time
when the lesions will fade
and man will prosper
free from your cyclical grasp
there will be
more to offer
the birds will sing our pain
they will scream our sorrow
Olaf
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we were reborn
through your bullets
and encased in desire
for liberation
down with the empire
down with the system
off with their heads
to strip them bare
of their comfort
there is always
one solution
that and nothing else
consoles wounds
that will never be mended
again
(an empty stomach, the reeking trail of steel birds and everything in between
a given meaninglessness of dispossession and a battle for self-determination
a battle for self-determination)
Grabbing hands buried in sand, fractured martyrs layer the soil
Vote from the rooftops and free everyone you see
Our hearts cant bare to watch it unfold, something that will never be forgiven
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I’ll die in here!
buried without soil
mended with lies
wed to my badge
aware of my vice
forever
forever
frozen In time
nothing moves
looking
looking
looking
looking for
life
forever searching
trapped
under
under
ice
I beg for
for air
I will not
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I will witness the fall of your empire
I will witness the grass grow for you and me
you and me you and me
can’t jail a revolutionary
for what we are
I can’t see myself in this glass
branches reach through me
We’ve been pacified
love me like mao loved the pasture
like machiavelli’s prince
inciting fear love and hate in tyranny
like a monarch
boot on my skull
I won’t let you take my
I won’t let you have my
I won’t let you take my
The sun sets on a crimson painted sea as gravity forces our boots into the muddied footprints of those that came before us
We join our hands together like power lines over fields of asphalt and shell casings as the skyscrapers ahead cast a bearing shadow at our feet
Heavy eyes emerge from the smog and we feel the harrows of longing and hunger that storm within them
Our heads circle in questions that come and go, but one remains as our bodies give out
Everyone wants a better future but who’s willing to fight for it?
(the material world slips through
and expectations of the spectre
tear down our walls
for real this time
we will be one)
be patient they say progress is never coming
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5. |
Theory, Meet Praxis
04:30
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We had whistles they had guns!
immunity
for their crimes
Like dirt under a nail
their filth accumulates
saints line the street
as suffocation will not suffice
I cannot
be content
when this world
is built with exploited hands
I cannot
a self consuming amalgamation
this deformity drives forward
it’s skin blistered
it marches for private equity
enclosed within the walls of capital
there’s no escape
there’s no escape
chained to your free market
there’s no escape
there’s no escape
your democracy is disgusting
your democracy is for whom
not for me
they say
get some
earn it
get some
equality justice when
and they claw at the walls
and I claw at the walls
and they claw at the walls
a head without a body life passes through my eyes
stagnant and submissive, this is my destiny
can you hear me
can you hear me
please i’m begging
please i’m screaming
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they’ll tell you a rifle can’t grant you freedom
they’ll tell you there’s nothing better
they’ll lie
they’ll lie
and they’ll do it again
they’ll do it again
and again
and again
and again
til you believe it
this future is ours
this future is ours
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7. |
Optimism Of the Will
02:40
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our hearts will grow roots together
our branches may seize the sky
(and i will say nothing to my favorite season,
which deserves brevity in its execution
though, if i could—detached from wishful folk—how rigidly
i would freeze to death
before seeing to departure
from your dendritic flowers.
which trail nebula
dancing—begging—to breach my skin
from above
teeming not only with essence
but virtue to thrust further
than primally possible.
than desire allows.
i have learned to be like breath
hitting your cheek—
its torturous nearness.)
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