Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

Generations’ myths are your cause of pain
Bugs of weird conscience entrenched in your brain
A foreign concept is taking the rein
You are made dormant by outdated chains

You copy all that everyone’s doing
From pretend demons there’s no escaping
Eat a pinch of faith, drink pints of daring
Save yourself from doom, bust out, start living


This was originally published on November 2018.

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