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I inhaled the light

of a thousand suns

to become what I’m

predestined to be.

Now I gaze at the blackened skyline

shrouding my longing for freedom

while I stand in awe of the void

cemented by so called free men.

A foot in my own grave.

My head held high.

I’ll try to break these chains –

this is my goodbye.

Grey structures,

both shelter and the poison in my veins.

Will we disrupt this culture?

They say seasons change.

They say seasons change.