The stem of society throws me to my creed
I ask myself, when will i truly be free?
What became of the ethos once so placid
the world with you now is just so torpid
mechanical besottedness is all there is
Why do you make the zenith of life demise.
In exasperation they yell
convert or be damned to hell
Holding out is mere suffocation,
with time
can only come altercation
prospect permeated with pessimism
will obliterate any form of tzarism
stem of society give thou what he craves for
to be truly part of natures metaphor.
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hey does it mean smth like someone wanting to fit in but he doesnt wanna conform to society's pressurising needs and wants. but yet it seems to have a deeper meaning which i cant seem to express in words but like i feel it inside... hmm deep poetry! i like! its so much better than mine.. thats for sure...
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