Dated by our feelings, that had us chasing our tail.
But this was more than a ghost tale
We only spoke about when nothing was there to tell.
So! In the quietness of time.
We had our placards held in hand
Marching out thoughts of hate
Out of misunderstood headquarters
Tamed to speak louder of the beliefs,
behind the word feminism.
Young to advocate for a breakdown of fame.
We scatter our feet on pavement thorns,
Hands bound on silent screams.
Bending the world out of touch with reality
Becoming the very monster,
We choose to lie to grapple with.
But this was just time for another illusion grandstand.
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