It's raining riot outside on this warm September day,
And I'm advertising Free Thought in every single way.
I, apparently, have died today a fool.
Laid to rest beneath a banner of two crossbones and a skull.
It's no suprise to me, it's not that hard to understand.
My better half had slit her wrists so she could better hold my hand.
"Wakeup!" she screamed as loud as she could, but no one would let her in.
When art becomes a four letter word...revolution becomes a sin.
When wars of scholars spawn the children of the dark,
You get a common feeling, a bonding cold and stark.
And interesting enough, you can guess the group your in.
Our parents never thought we figure out fitting in.
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It's an interesting idea. Thinking for yourself.
I wouldn't recommend it, however, as the rule you live your life by.
There is nothing wrong with being, whatever makes you happy.
After all, everyone conforms when they die. (wink)
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