There's been a steady rise in suicide during times of revolution,
While we callously gaze in gutters not really looking for solutions.
I feel like a wolf who has been wearing wool for long past my due.
I've perfected lying straight into eyes, it doesn't matter whose.
When push comes to shove eventually something has to break.
So please put me up on that trophy shelf with the promise I'm about to make.
I've decided that now is the time to place my money near my mouth,
And finally let my actions speak for this faith I've been yelling about.
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