Life must slay you
Hack you open and let you bleed out
Life must strike you before you are granted permission
Life must be given your sacrifice
Anger stirs in the heads of the lackers
in others the void only allows complacency
Life must inspire you
if not the subtle betrayal will destroy you
Not in rapid glory
but in slow demise
We all pray to see the nonchalance to turn to sheer panic
Slowly realizing the scared gift was wasted
The pleb that rises is a God
The well fed young that fall are less than imps
And their struggle tripled
The pleb that rises is a god
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