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The most ancient directives lost,

suffocated

in the name of a more docile modern age.

You build nests of apathy

inside cages of anxiety

and gladly call them home.

Kings make crowns of my stolen rage.

Sit on thrones of my empty veins,

but they cannot call me tamed.

I am not enslaved.

You might convince yourself

you are the lone ram

in a herd of sheep,

still you obey.

bleat and obey.

i will watch from the shadows

and laugh among the beasts.