After all these years rebel yell that call to arms that chemical smell of teenage tears invisible indivisible from all that we detest so many years spent in mad and utter unrest acting out in fanatical jest We pumped fists we shaved heads we jumped in and out of everyone's beds fighting conformity normality schnormality that crushing cruelty of monotony Against the flow, against the grain we were the tide to bring the change then watched it die in our mother's veins fixing everyone with chains Rebel Yell me thinks this place doth smell of rot and things it should not of suffocating shells of off-shore wells needlessly bored for fun . de Veres dotted the lines so I'll cross the T's for every funeral another sleave... weavers weave but when someone first practices to deceive we just as merrily unweave Exe 07/29/2023 © Raena Exe 2023
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