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Born into a world built for someone else

Obfuscate the rules, obfuscate your will

Speak the way we say to speak

Think the way we say to think

Comfort yourself with all your discomfort

Be intimate with all your displeasures

Act the way we say to act

Kill the way we say to kill yourself

All of your pain so easily repressed

All of your trauma made our munition

A mouthful of sand, each grain a wound

We drink this desert flesh and you call it water

A mouthful of bone broken by ourselves

We eat of nothing and you say it’s sustenance

We pray for a storm to empty us of shame

We pray for a tide to take away the guilt

Beg for a tempest to drown our foes

We pray for rain to feel something else

We pray for a storm to empty us of pain

We pray for a tide to ease the exhaustion

We beg for a tempest to drown our fears

We pray for rain. . .

Gold in our eyes

Become the rain

Forced into a world made for someone else

Steal all your pleasures, hide all your passions

Unbending and unbroken

Mend every wound—the storm approaches