I'm very excited. I've finally got the Dictator book!
. . . .well, it's an e-book actually.
Is this an act of blaming or is this just regret?
I've been miseducated, now I'm sinking in the sea of wrath. This vacillating wave has got me dizzy, Got me stranded on the know-nothing island. O' Lord, the master of all knowledge, Have I been old and running out of sand? My indignant demon has been trapped in the hourglass. We both know he can't turn it over. We both know he can't even climb up. O' my pathetic devil, We both know we still have a choice. So I throw my useless shovel at that deceiving glass, But I've got this sharpened dagger on my hand. I don't know what regret is, I'm the time beater. I can't be tamed, I tame my demon. I've been miseducated, but never once a dummy. This is an act of blaming. For our improper comprehension, our stupid upbringing, and immoral custom, We've got to share that miserable sin. But don't we ever regret any second. For the reliance is on ourselves. For we are the generation of independence. We heal. |
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