​Can’t be late

Not on this date

No matter the time

Nor reason or rhyme

There’s no avoiding fate

Sometimes life is the crime
Freedom is death 

Choice is breath

The unsung voice

Of the blind man in the deaf kingdom
Fractured reality 

No escape in neutrality 

Every minute 

Going more militant

The world on mute

Yet I’m the one whose hesitant 
The world on fire

Yet no reprieve does it desire

Watch it burn

With all the lessons, I learn

A tear in an eye

In the other a gleam I can’t deny


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