[the month is gone but the heroic crown ain't done nor did I post up all 13 tracks; fuck borders, even self-made]
Keep middle fingers wiggling in ev’ry loose brick,
sick to my gut intuition about living
in western decline’s doomed shadows - let it fall quick;
people that’s been through struggle are more forgiving,
though many days feel like barely breathing; still strive
to strike with spark to keep heart lit like solar facts;
choking on Yakubian tricks but still alive
so gots to create these illegitimate acts
of anti-heroic artistic existence;
trapped inside digital labyrinth of zeroes
and ones but try to create ripples with persistence -
marginalized outsiders long been my heroes,
breaking down walls necessary, by any means;
loosen shit, with resistance for minds like machines.
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