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Freedom Unbound
We are
The offspring
Of the Golden
Hoof
We grew
Out of its delicate
Cruelty of ancestral
Philosophers
We are used
To torture
& pain &
Glorifying
The twisted
The Art of War
The Art of Slaughtering
The Art of Fearing
The Art of Et Cetera
We remember
(faintly) how
Beautiful
Our sorrow
Was
We drink
To it and
Danced
On the blade
Of warrior’s
Sword
We think
We are bone-
Crushing strong
Mind-washing
Innocent
We are
Obedient
To a T
And refuse
To utter a sound
We pick
No bones
With our ill-
Fate. We waited
Until we’re
Exhausted
We listened
To the suffocation
Of any small
Songs
We hushed
Any small
Cry
We have (shoeless)
Traveled long
Staring at
The same
Horizon
The earth
Sunken
The dirty linen
Unwashed
Books
Not written
Goodbye, myth!
Fuck the Arts!
Farewell to the silent
Ghost!
Now we dance
On your grave
For blue sky &
Spirits unsung
Freedom unbound
&
l不吻你,我的嘴唇都快幹了
鑽 石 做 的 十 字 架l
婊 子 的 榮 耀 【圖】l
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