It’s time to disobey everyone
And everything I’ve learned and lost
It’s time to witness insanity
And kill the doors
I am no more a man enough to face
Face the truth of swelling eyes
I’ve got no reasons to make a trip
And no reasons to cut open the skies
I’ll write with ink of blackened tears
I’ll die fighting in a street fight
I’ll slit those throats, I’ll never speak
I’ll never die, nor survive
The songs I’ll write but never sing
My anger won’t be justified
The rains of red will rein the lies
I’ll touch my anger, and my pride
I’m a poet, and I left my home
With a hunger residing in my throat
Sun will ringlet, and moon shall die
My anger won’t be justified
-Rahul
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