Break FreeMature

"Inspired by Fight Club"

Spare me Your false chuckles and conspicuous sighs.

You incurable malady, I do not

Need Your blessings.


Too long You’ve kept me shackled in

This dark cave with these spineless meditators who’ve

Been tantalized with feint promises of foggy fantasies

And cleaner coffins for their progeny.


But I will ingratiate You no longer, nor

Will I masquerade as one of Your appeasers.

I cannot tarry this riddance

Anymore. I can’t.


Follow me and expurgate yourself from this

Cult of compliance, this sinuous gash, this

Red dragon. This censored tragedy. 


The End

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