Memory is fiction, so the past is your invention
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Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
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How beauty shames skill
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Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will
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A struggle for independence, a harmless stage
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Art gaining post-mortem fame
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Oh Creatice!
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Your vibrant portfolio has never shown as brightly
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As your latest masterpiece
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All efforts' fruition in such a wondrous offspring
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How did you manage a piece so perfect?
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Entrancing passers-by to lock eyes and gaze, hypnotized
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Overcome with a need to outdo the last
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A child born so dependent rebels so quickly once he has his footing
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Forgets who and where raised him and how he came to be
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But a growing pain cannot explain behavior of the like
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A perfect child deserves the best
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But at the cost of what else did you instill this need
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To over-consume without regret?
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Broken pencils, charred marble drafts
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He leaves destruction in his path
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Your one mistake, oh great Creatice
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Was giving too large a brain
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(This organ, like disease, can disseminate beyond your reach
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You didn't predict this, a carnal rebellion in its wake)
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Strike back with forces beyond his reach
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That even six billion can't defeat
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Go lock up the aggressor, quarantine before it's too late
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Bred to lose sense of consequence
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In his greed he exhausts your milk, your blood, your shelter...
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Don't let him escape!
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Memory is fiction, so the past is your invention
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Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
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How beauty shames skill
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Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will
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A struggle for independence, a harmless stage
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Art gaining post-mortem fame
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Throw your blood upon his lands, your skin cracked and depleted
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Suck the air out from his lungs, expose him fully, let him burn
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Show him to appreciate, discipline the cruel ingrate
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You still have theh power to reshape - do not let this escalate
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Vapors vanish in the night, statuesque guards seconds too late
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What rebellion possessed thee?
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A dangerous subterfuge, a lonely rampage, anxious fleet
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Like limbs tumbling horizontally
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Now it's too late - the child has escaped!
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Indignant ties, parental constraints
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A child protected sets self free
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And the ingrate will lie in the bed he has made
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As a self-imposed apocalypse finally sets You free
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The Escape
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The Agonist |