Time tempers soft flesh to form hard scales of our self indulgent nature loves lost replaced with idealism and we forgo desires for the surrealistic nature of our own existence persistent we must remain in our final refrain with soft vocal strain push past push hard push fast against all who stand before you but never forget to pick up those who lay to the wayside keep one hand open and the other balled in a fist don't fall listless stay pissed feed anger love compassion wrap and roll your emotion let the wave and the ocean crash fast on flat backs but never lay back headstrong wind faced and blown over head heal and but kneeling is only meant to help you stand again and again no plan don't try to be just exist and resist the temptation for falling in line or being patient its only a virtue for sheep fuck the weak of heart and mind missing what is truly divine this life the refined meaninglessness of our pure existence fight for change but understand society probably will just rearrange and nothings perfect and you don't know a thing but that doesn't mean you should raise voice and sing the loud sounds of proud chest pounds abounds through tortured vocal cords representing conceptual souls so drink up then refill the cup
Life is short burn out.
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