Growing Rebellious


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Grow,
beneath the tidal waves of sorrow,
within the hopeless looks for light.
Prosper,
in the shimmer of sane words,
amongst insane glares,
frenzied hands,
and lackluster minds.

Speak,
slowly but drive them mad,
walk as a hero and they'll call you..

..

A coward!

Rise with the sun,
amble on the moonlight
and be still-

Only when they accuse you of their sin.

Written March the 23th.11 9:38 PM.

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