Standing Up

When you’re struggling and there’s nowhere to go

Besides the place where you think you know

And the world has left you red and shown

Faced with swell and eyed with crown

We share the malt and fest the pear

And walk the mile, & smoke despair

While lies abound and eyes defray

The partial sweet and half decay

Of life amidst the suffering

Of compound pain on compound strain

Of lashing out because in pain

Of years and years of allowing chains 

To bind me to your rage, your shame.

I see you, Monty. I see you, Caine.

I see your fake, sorry, and I’m not gonna stay

To watch you rake my face again with rays

Of blight

Tonight.

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