why should I fight
when no one walks
out of the smoke?
nature has no politics
only oblivion
everyday feels like
the weight of a tombstone
laid on top of my chest
the granite fights my rib cage
and my will begins to die
why should I fight
when no one walks
out of the smoke?
nature has no politics
only oblivion
how can you navigate yourself
with a compass that only points
straight back into the ground?
I get no pleasure
from playing god anymore
this economy of secrets
humbles me into dust.
why should I fight
when no one walks
out of the smoke?
nature has no politics
only oblivion
how can you navigate yourself
with a compass that only points
straight back into the ground?
all I have is
believing in nothing

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