I heard the message:
I could not stand to listen to the speech
in awe of those who can both
do and teach
and sickened with myself
at how I whine and pout
I’m not sick: and I’ve got nothing to complain about
So much is given
and so much is taken
I can barely bear to contemplate
just what cannot be shaken
they came up with a weapon
that broadcasts pain
yet he’s the one who is going to die
what can we hope to gain
wondering how long I will
allow myself to fake it
this secret harbored in my breast
that I don’t think we’re gonna make it
after that I guess
it all just becomes a time scale
watching for our numbers up
our mean time
before
fail
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