I see a huddled mass, each breath defiance deified. Stand tall with broken backs; your will defines the battle lines. No compromise when what we lose is not our lives but our dignity their honeyed words try to deprive. I must demur, I must assume you’re insincere. I’m not amused by their refusal to appear. Not one step fucking backwards. Not now. Never again. No one’s alone so long as every throne we see is fucking empty. I dream of better days with their heads severed on display. So don’t gamble it away. Don’t gamble it away. My spine is an anvil where we forge our steel and our stolen luck. Each person a bellows bellowing that we don’t give a fuck. Full hearts. Clear eyes. Sharp knives. Touch one. Touch all. Touch mine. We are the wave, we are the flood; we’re biblical. Their reticence for recompense is cyclical. Not one step fucking backwards.
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