Rise, like lions after slumber, in invanquishable number.Or another take on freedom:
Shake your chains to Earth like dew, which in sleep had fallen on you
Ye are many, they are few.
Static pulse inside of music bringing us escape.
Its always temporary, changing nothing in its wake...
Just a second where we're leaving all this shit behind
Just a second but its leaving just this much in mind:
To resist despair, that second makes you see
To resist despair, because you can't change everything
To resist despair, in this world is what it is to be free
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posted by motsque at 9:07 AM on April 8