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I found you broken on the side of the road. You were made of bones and your skin was bloody and torn. Left in the gutter like a dying bird, flaws cracking through you like a discarded mirror. You lay alone in martyrdom, used, useless, unwanted. You were blinded. I was blinded. No one can see any more. We're all blind and deaf and there are pictures saying love is retarded. The sad thing is that it is true. Nothing is as it seems and the whole world is going up in flames. We're the kind left in the gutter to die. We're the invisible people who make the little things okay. We're the cracked mirrors that no one can see through.

Laying alone in a deserted hole, I saw a light shining from the ground. I was buried 6 feet under, suffering in the dirt with no love or care to be found. Scratched and bruised from the damage of being thrown around like a football. The world is burning around us in a fiery damnation that could be known as hell. Like a raging forest fire, we search and destroy even those we love. We're the trash discarded into bins, and deeper we sink into the bottom of these bins. Scouting for a way out of this imprisonment of death. We're covert in the deep garbage of humanity. Like a dove with no wings, we squander without freedom.

I know not where we came from. I know nothing. Nobody knows anything but they think that they do. Nobody even knows what the truth is. And to be honest, I don't either. I didn't. But I stumbled across it when I dug you up. I taped you back together with thread that dissolves when we are more than six feet away. We're opposite sides of the same coin, but we are still engraved on the same metal. The copper of a worthless penny. But we conduct heat, and we conduct electricity. We conduct a hell of a lot of things, but truth is the one thing that we can't find. But now we're searching together. We are rock climbers on the overhanging cliff face, with only trust as our only safety rope.

We feel like there is only one way to get through. To go by instinct of our true feelings. Scientists say things, Christians shove things, but they don't know the real truth. They are so frivolous with their Christianity. They are hypocrites. Being honest, I don't really know. When you found me all I could think was, "Maybe it's time to change." Discrimination tries to pull us apart to different sides of a tug of war rope, but we stay near to one another like wolves in a pack. Except it's a pack of two. Protecting each other as if we were on our last leg. I haven't found the one thing that is covered by dirt. But we will find it together. One way or another. Travellers on a never-ending adventure.

And we found the truth. But we want more. Nobody knows who we are. We blaze through, our world on fire, but they are shut out by the ice of their blindfolds. We cannot defrost them and their hearts are frozen in stone. We defy fossilisation. We defy them. We will mourn the unloved and we mourn the truth. I was here once but now it is dead. The sun reflects off the leaves, rendering the room green, but come autumn they will die like the rest of us. We are doomed. Insiginificant. We are nothing in the eyes of the universe, but a parasite on a lump of rock. We are the ticks feeding off their hearts. They want us to cease, to unexist, but we'll suck out the venom or die trying. We'll become the venom, infect their veins and find the source of the conflict. We'll dig up the dirt and travel through time. We will always be together.

We are united.
We are freedom.

Description
I found you broken on the side of the road. You were made of bones and your skin was bloody and torn. Left in the gutter like a dying bird, flaws cracking through you like a discarded mirror. You lay alone in martyrdom, used, useless, unwanted. You were blinded. I was blinded. No one can see any more. We're all blind and deaf and there are pictures saying love is retarded. The sad thing is that it is true. Nothing is as it seems and the whole world is going up in flames. We're the kind left in the gutter to die. We're the invisible people who make the little things okay. We're the cracked mirrors that no one can see through.

Laying alone in a deserted hole, I saw a light shining from the ground. I was buried 6 feet under, suffering in the dirt with no love or care to be found. Scratched and bruised from the damage of being thrown around like a football. The world is burning around us in a fiery damnation that could be known as hell. Like a raging forest fire, we search and destroy even those we love. We're the trash discarded into bins, and deeper we sink into the bottom of these bins. Scouting for a way out of this imprisonment of death. We're covert in the deep garbage of humanity. Like a dove with no wings, we squander without freedom.

I know not where we came from. I know nothing. Nobody knows anything but they think that they do. Nobody even knows what the truth is. And to be honest, I don't either. I didn't. But I stumbled across it when I dug you up. I taped you back together with thread that dissolves when we are more than six feet away. We're opposite sides of the same coin, but we are still engraved on the same metal. The copper of a worthless penny. But we conduct heat, and we conduct electricity. We conduct a hell of a lot of things, but truth is the one thing that we can't find. But now we're searching together. We are rock climbers on the overhanging cliff face, with only trust as our only safety rope.

We feel like there is only one way to get through. To go by instinct of our true feelings. Scientists say things, Christians shove things, but they don't know the real truth. They are so frivolous with their Christianity. They are hypocrites. Being honest, I don't really know. When you found me all I could think was, "Maybe it's time to change." Discrimination tries to pull us apart to different sides of a tug of war rope, but we stay near to one another like wolves in a pack. Except it's a pack of two. Protecting each other as if we were on our last leg. I haven't found the one thing that is covered by dirt. But we will find it together. One way or another. Travellers on a never-ending adventure.

And we found the truth. But we want more. Nobody knows who we are. We blaze through, our world on fire, but they are shut out by the ice of their blindfolds. We cannot defrost them and their hearts are frozen in stone. We defy fossilisation. We defy them. We will mourn the unloved and we mourn the truth. I was here once but now it is dead. The sun reflects off the leaves, rendering the room green, but come autumn they will die like the rest of us. We are doomed. Insiginificant. We are nothing in the eyes of the universe, but a parasite on a lump of rock. We are the ticks feeding off their hearts. They want us to cease, to unexist, but we'll suck out the venom or die trying. We'll become the venom, infect their veins and find the source of the conflict. We'll dig up the dirt and travel through time. We will always be together.

We are united.
We are freedom.