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Jaded Anarchists (3)

Clothed in the costume of rebellion Patches sewn on like badges Earned from nothing but a need To look dangerous

They shout about burning systems While clutching comfort like a life line Claiming ruin as a lifestyle They can drop the moment it becomes Inconvenient

They talk of liberation With mouths that never tasted risk Never felt the weight Of real consequences Never dug their hands into the wreckage Of something that needed breaking

Their slogans are loud But their spines are quiet No conviction beneath the noise Just performance A curated chaos for anyone watching

THey chant about tearing down walls But dare not lift a finger To dismantle the ones inside themselves Fear, apathy, a craving to belong To something dangerous Without ever being in danger

Revolution is not a fashion choice Not a weekend aesthetic Not a recycled line from the old books That they never finished

ANd I am tired Tired of seeing the word anarchy Turned into a prop A hollow sound Echoing out of mouths That will never bleed for what they claim to Love

If you want to play rebellion Do it far from the fire Some of us are actually busy Trying to actually burn

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The Apocalypse in Her Eyes

She wore the apocalypse in her eyes Painted rage on a doll’s face Tattoos and metal adorn her skin holes made with needle points chanting along with a fist in the air my protesting lover

and as I follow behind, I suffocate from the smoke I don’t believe in the way that she does To me, these fights don’t matter just yet but I’ll always be glad to be her plus one at the events

Her boots clapped louder the any else because the fire in her heart was at full blaze and she stomped the pavement with all her might Like gunshots in the dead of night Her voice grows scratched and gravel torn for hours of shouting to get the pigs of those horses Farm animals shouldn’t ride farm animals

With rocks and bottles inside her backpack she comes peacefully prepared for war And I wear a mask because she told me too I follow deeper into the heart of this scene She never waivers She never stops This is what she claims she lives for

This will not be televised And it won’t be read about in the paper Black Flags mean nothing when you fly them in the dark Riot bullets and beanbags to add bruises to our chest I stand in front of her as this escalates to violence

There is gunfire going not far from here And her voice is still louder than it all Lit cigarettes with fuses land at the feet This world is chaos and that’s what I live for

She held the apocalypse in her eyes And I could see the other side